[Maybe Kate knows her too well. Johanna, right now, doesn't care. She smiles at the wall, her eyes half-shut under the warm push of Kate's hand, the warm press of her mouth. One hand drifts up, vaguely, and her fingers twine in a little bit of Kate's hair, toying with it.]

The last time I tried sharing, I got bored.

[A coy little confession. She sighs, like she's full of regret.]

But you can be pretty interesting, when you want to be. Maybe that'll be enough.