"Yes," Pam said, meeting her eyes. There was a touch more cool defiance to her now. "It's called 'you putting yourself down in front of people who care about--' well. Any version of you."

She shook her head. "What did you expect me to say to that, Harley?" she said. "'You're right, you're so annoying, you're lucky anyone wants to spend time with you'? To enable that voice in your head? When I know that's not true?"