"Intuition," she said wryly. "Any guy who is willing to slam his girlfriend's fingers in a car door has to give off some sort of vibe that I was either unable or unwilling to read."
"Not quite," she said, raising a finger. "You apologize because you feel badly for something that isn't your fault. I apologize because I feel empathy for a situation. They're different."
"Hm. I suppose you're right," she replied, pulling her legs up to her chest. She gave him a small smirk. "Maybe we're related."
"Probably not," she said with a grin. "I mean, I know both of my parents and I'm pretty sure you know both of yours."
"What a pity," she said sarcastically with a small grin. "I'm sure my father would love a sixth child."
"They're moved out," she said with a shrug. "But, yes. There's a lot of us. You've met three out of the five."
