"I don't know if he's capable of even conceptualizing the word 'casual,'" Summer admitted, with not quite a 1000-yard stare, but one that had spent her due diligence in examining at least 900 of those yards from various different angles, and then shaking her head. "And honestly, that's probably on me, it's not like I didn't knw that, but I kind of thought the novelty of it would have run out of it sooner or later. But then it was just kind of...I don't know, easy and we were having a good time, and time is a just a bullshit concept, anyway, and has no right to move as fast as it does, what the fuck, time?, but then we just were suddenly at that spot and I just knew if we hit that spot, it was a point of no return. Last exit before the only way of the road was veering straight off it into a fiery destructive crash full of pain and resentment."