"I don't care what you did," he says with a shrug. "I can feel your feelings, remember? It's... I know a lot about people, now. It's really easy to like or not like someone the first time I meet them. I don't have a reason not to like you."

Her feelings aren't slimy, or prickly. They don't make him feel like he's chewing on Styrofoam. They don't make his stomach feel heavy or dirty. She's not a bad person.