There was sex-repulsed, which Rex was not. To Rex, sex was like watching football in that it was boring, and she only did it for her partner. Sometimes she got into it when it was on, but it would never be something she was actually interested in. She liked touch—she’d hang off Flora like a koala, except Flora didn’t like it—but whether that was about attraction, trust, comfort, or a weird mishmash, she couldn’t tell.
