She almost has to laugh at his remark, the truth of it surprising her into a reaction she hasn't exactly planned for, a small chuckle followed by a duck of her head as she shakes it, the breeze blowing pieces of hair into her face that she doesn't bother to push away right then. Columbus would be reaching over to do it for her if he was here right now. He totally gets off on that chivalrous shit like tucking a girl's hair behind her ear, but the way he does it is almost reverent, not out of some ulterior motive of moving it so he can stick his tongue in her mouth.

And then she starts to wonder if there's anyone, anyone at all that she'd actually let close enough to even attempt something like that, and the reality of it socks her all over again when more than one name comes to mind.

"It never used to be this way," she admits, almost distantly, and when he doesn't reach out to take the blunt she tucks it back into her fingers, looking down at it, looking right through it and past the end of her feet, swaying lightly, down to the water below. "Never had to bother even thinking about people, not anyone - nobody except me and her, and we really ever only needed each other, anyway."