"Because I haven't even spoken to her since we started seeing each other. I talk to her in person." He says it like the rules he's set for himself and Lorraine originated from some external source, not his own will. "You want to snoop through the rest of my phone, you won't find any other pictures, because I delete them. I let her send me things because it makes her feel better about being all lonely in the District."

On the bed, he folds his arms, clutches his own biceps, glaring a furrow into the wall.

"You want me not to fuck her, that's fine, I wasn't planning on it. Like I said. It's been just you since we started."