He says shit like that and it makes her feel like her own issues are stupid. She doesn't do things out of fear of punishment. She's never had anyone exert that level of control over her - though one could argue that she has, more than once, she just doesn't recognize it. She feels like a complete asshole standing there and agreeing that it's just how she's programmed when what she's experienced can't even come close to the kind of shit he's been through.

Her weight shifts again, her discomfort growing and it's getting harder for her to push it back down. Especially when the words that fall past her lips only have the potential to make it worse.

"What about me?" Her features pulled into a guarded expression. "What do you think I want?"