[for his sake, she won't comment on it. she knows how to preserve pride and hide behind pretending something didn't happen.]

No apology necessary. Sometimes you need to let it out, before it rots inside you.

[she manages a small smile, pushing up her glasses with one hand.]

When's the last time you ate something solid?

[don't think she hasn't noticed the alcohol and the cups, but her lecture on underage drinking is firmly shelved in the wake of everything they've been through in the last few months.]