It's perhaps a hard lesson to learn. She's different to his life, to the people he knows as much as he is different to her and the people she's known. Pulling in a breath, the anger gone, even the disappointment leaving her. He knows he's done wrong, he accepts that - and she's glad for that.

"No one's perfect, you know." she tells him, "No one can be perfect. I'm certainly not perfect."

She's only human, after all. If she knows one thing, she knows that humanity if full of mistakes and messes, flaws and failures.

"It makes a better friendship, anyway." she says. She sighs, wiping at her face, exhausted. "Just... please. Don't lie to me, Irving. Not to me. I can tolerate a lot of things - not that. Understand?"