"No. No, we're on the same page, there." It was cruelty of it that was striking him... striking him now, now that he was looking at it from a semi-sober perspective.

"We were both pretty drunk. I know, that's not a proper excuse, but it's..." an explanation didn't seem good enough. God knows that he was pretty drunk often enough that he couldn't blame every bad decision on it. "...I dunno. Maybe it's nothin'."

He hadn't quite known what she was reaching for when she couldn't find the words, just there, but now he thinks he might.

"I won't let anyone not take us seriously. Not anymore."