Broken Boulder she's got silver bullets on her tongue

Why did you let him? He flinched from the words he'd asked himself so many times, face burning hot and throat aching and thickening. Why had he let him?
He was upset, He began, voice small, and continued almost as if reasoning with himself rather than answering Dawn. No, beyond upset— and I couldn't say no. He's beautiful and charming, and I'm lonely, and— I couldn't hurt him more— not when he was already—
He swallowed hard, agitation rising within him as he recalled it. It happened too quickly— and I didn't even want him before that, and he didn't want me— I was just there, and he needed... that. Nothing more.
He laughed a little bitterly. I think he forgot who I was, for a few minutes. It didn't matter to me then; it felt a little bit like being wanted, so it was enough.