She thinks Effy was born to this, born with a natural talent to make people feel good even when they hate themselves. (It would be a cruel joke, had anyone intended it, because it seems the only person Effy can't extend the talent to is herself, no matter how hard she tries.) Naomi allows herself to get lost in Effy, in the moment, and then she does her best to give back. She thinks maybe Effy is the sort of person who can never be satisfied, who can never feel enough. Or maybe it's that she feels too much.

This paragraph really got to me. It's so fucking insightful, I love this characterization of Effy, and I love how Naomi was too in this story. Maybe I'm a sucker for philosophy, but I loved them high together, trying to forget. Awesome fic.