[ now things are a little awkward. cora knows she's overstepped, adam's probably thinking she has had some traumatic experience with a guy in a bar, and they're both just in a place of discomfort. ]

[ but it's good to know he's seen one before … at least he's not all hopeless. but cora looks amused, no longer the crabby werewolf that she is twenty-four hours a day. it's kind of cute that he thinks he knows something about bras when he probably doesn't know a damn thing. ]

Seeing one and wearing one are two different things. [ and she imagines taking it off of someone is another different thing, too. but she doesn't want to think about it. ]

[ she doesn't particularly want to go back down the path of trying to help again. god, this is so awkward. she wishes laura was here to take over — talking about bras to a guy who is a confusing whirlwind of sarcasm and monster hating is giving cora a headache. but cora's a hale, and when they start something, they usually finish it. ] I was going to say that if you wanted help, I'm a girl. [ she raises her eyebrows. one plus one equals i know about this shit. believe it or not, adam. ]

[ she doesn't understand why she is developing some sort of hero complex around this guy. ]