"George," Nebula breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been looking everywhere for you."
George took a step back, his jaw clenching. "Well, you found me. Congratulations."
Nebula flinched at the coldness in his tone. She reached out a hand, then thought better of it and let it fall to her side. "We need to talk, George. Please."
"I don't think we have anything to say to each other," George replied, turning away.
Nebula moved quickly, positioning herself in front of him. "I'm sorry," she blurted out. "I'm so sorry about what happened that night. I never meant—"
"Never meant what?" George snapped, his voice rising. "To mind control me into having sex with you?"
Nebula recoiled as if she'd been slapped. "That's not... I didn't..."
