"Yeah, well, a lot of people were doing a lot of shit they didn't really want to do, weren't they?" She remembers, with an ache, how easy it had been to do it. To fall. She takes another sip of her tea, and then looks at it like she's never seen it before, setting it down on the coffee table and stalking away from him, back to the refrigerator. She grabs a beer and twists off the cap, knocking back a couple of long, cold swallows in one go.

"I'm trying really, really hard not to punch you again," she says. "But you should know that I really, really want to."