"So…Where are we going?" asked Raven, now recovering her shock and realizing what she had just agreed to. Her and Beast Boy were speeding away from the tower in one of Cyborg's cars (he would understand in this situation) in what appeared to be a random direction. Even though Raven (usually) enjoyed Beast Boy's company, even though Beast Boy was her only comfort when Jericho had left her, even though Beast Boy was the only one who seemed to even try to incorporate her into the activated of the rest of the Titans, she could never, ever see herself in a relationship with him. She wasn't even a relationship person—the only reason she'd done what she had with Jericho was because she truly loved him, and she thought he had loved her. A part of her still thought he might, even though she knew she was wrong. The fact that the one person she could ever see herself with had left her right after what Raven had actually called in her deluded state of mind "making love" (which she now knew was obviously just sex) was not helping her view on relationships.

"Huh?" said Beast Boy unintelligibly. He wasn't exactly helping, either. His absent-mindedness could often be endearing, but it usually just made him look like a moron.

"Where are we going?"

"Oh. Right. Um…Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere but back there…"

"Dude, I know!" he exclaimed, his eyes huge in disbelief. "Have you ever seen her like that? It was so freaky!"

"Yes, very…Freaky."

"She's hardcore, man. She's totally, like, head over heels for him."

"I just hope she understands that he wouldn't try to hurt her."

"She isn't dumb—she knows Robin loves her. And besides, it totally wasn't his fault."

"Not…His fault?"

"Well, yeah!" Beast Boy took a sharp left turn. Did he even attempt to use a blinker? "You saw how she was all…Like…Being…Around him!"

"It's not like he didn't have any say in it…" Raven blushed. Her stomach churned…This conversation was hitting a little too close to home.

"But he's a teenager! And a dude! Trust me; he probably just couldn't…Control himself."

"If he really didn't want to he wouldn't have done anything."

"Raven, please. That was all Blackfire and you know it! I'm surprised he didn't, like, run away she did that to the poor guy."

"You're surprised he didn't…What?" Raven was going to throw up. She could feel it creeping up her throat. But it didn't feel like vomit…And the wetness of her eyes didn't feel like they were there out of the physical pain. Oh, gross. She was going to cry. That was even worse, ew.

"I'm surprised he didn't run aw—oh, Raven, I'm so sorry, you know I didn't mean it like that, I didn't—I mean—I'm sorry—he—I—we shouldn't—I don't know what to say—I'm sorry for—are you okay?—do you—are—I'm sorry—'' Everything came in one big slurred rush. Raven wanted to tell him "It's okay," or "I'm fine," or anything, but she just couldn't. She was too mad at him right now.

"You know I'd never say anything to hurt you, Raven. I'm sorry it ever came up. You know I didn't mean it like that." It was a stop light. Beast Boy looked at her sadly, and lightly lifted her chin up so she was looking at him.

"You know that, right?" he said softly.

"I know," she said half-heartedly, but when Beast Boy pulled into a parking lot she knew he was telling the truth. He'd taken her to her favorite coffee shop. In the window hung a sign that said "POETRY SLAM AND OPEN MIC—ALL DRINKS JUST $2, $1 IF YOU GO ON STAGE!"

"You…You know I like this place?" she asked, almost confused.

"Of course I do. You told me one time this place had the 'Deepest souls and blackest coffee' of all the local coffee houses, remember?" A direct quote. Raven was moved.

"Yeah, Beast Boy," she said, opening her door, "I remember."