"And you do?" she asks, casting a glance over at him when he puts his arm around her. She doesn't shrug it off, though, because the truth is that it's kind of nice. If she actively avoids thinking about the fact that she'd been more than happy to think about sleeping with him, it's nice to have the heavy weight of his arm against her shoulders. He's her family and she doesn't know what to make of that, but she can sit here with him for now and not think about it.

"Besides, what makes you think I'm not the one who fucks up?" she adds with a soft laugh.