[If he tried to take the drink out of her hand, she’d fight him. Poorly. And she would lose.]

Yeah, but if I keep drinking, I’m not gonna get a hangover.

[Galaxy brain.]

Don’t wanna go to sleep, though. The nightmares are gonna start again. And all the screaming and shouting and falling apart. Can’t talk to anybody about the nightmares.

[Now she’s just babbling.]

‘Ts nice of you to go through the trouble, but you shouldn’t be so kind to me. ‘M a bad person to be friends with. I get people hurt and I’m probably gonna die soon.