"But, see?" Kathy said and her eyes were wet and she wished they weren't because it felt so cheap. "You talk for me. You pick me up. You make me smile. You do and do and do for me. I want to be doing for you, too. But I don't know what I have that you want."

Other than her appreciation of rough sex up against a public bathroom wall. And she wanted to be more than that.

"And now it sounds like I'm complaining that you're amazing or like I want my ass patted and told that I'm special too and I don't." She'd stop him if he tried because there was nothing he could say that she would believe right now.

Again, because she was difficult and needy when she only ever wanted to be the opposite of that.