Hard to sum this one up now - it was such a specific feeling at the time - and it fills my face with hot blood to reread. I'll always be a little embarrassed. There's just no dressing up these painful, vulnerable moments where everything changes. Better to push into them, declare a point of no return, repeat the words until they no longer trigger shame. In the past her shame (sort of) protected Eve from repeating her mistakes. But she has something better now: a collaborator in the same struggle. Lacan says love is giving what you don't have. Eve's unrequited love for Park only laid bare how incomplete she is. Will on the other hand offers to fill that lack, and reveals his own missing piece in the process.