“But, in the end, there was the only thing that meant I could live with myself after what had happened with Devlin: you had to trust the other person to tell you what they wanted. You had to give them the right to fuck up. Without that, they might be happier with the situation, but you weren’t treating them like a person. People asked for things when they weren’t sure, or even when they didn’t want them, they made sacrifices and they compromised. It was a choice, and they had to have the freedom to make it. Even if the only way they could have it was because you gave them that freedom. Because you were willing to believe they were capable of deciding.”