"Then do your job," she said, again. "Don't ... let me stop you from that. Edge needs you, and ... you need to be you, anyway."

Relationships never, ever worked when one person was trying not to be him- or herself. She should know.

She hesitated, uncertainly, before adding, "... if ... something comes up and it kinda ... bugs me, is it okay to -- can we talk about it?"

Not to re-evaluate whether or not he should do his fucking job, just ... to help her deal with the squishy ethical bits that came up.