"What end point?" Jinx says, though that doesn't seem like what really matters here, so she doesn't particularly expect an answer. His next question only perplexes her further. She's grateful for the warmth of the hug, even though she still feels helplessly stupid about all of this. "I don't know. I don't know what I don't know, I don't know what I'm looking for."

Fisting her hands into the material of his jacket, Jinx gave a frustrated grumble into his neck. "Sex, I guess? But it's not like I want that from any of them." She huffed irritably, though it turned quickly back into a whine, feeling stuck and helpless in the situation and with her own desires.