She had to count in her head. November minus February equals ...

"Yeah, nine," she said. "For me, it was ... people not caring that I was Al Bhed. Maybe we were so protective of each other because we know how much everybody else hated us, you know?"

She leaned over, resting her head on his shoulder. "I don't mean you have to, I guess, it's just ... I don't know. I don't want you to feel like you have to pay for me. I get all 'heyyyy, buster, I have money, too.'"