and I loved you so much it was making me sick
”The whiskey makes sense all of a sudden,” Vai murmurs. Even as she speaks, though, she’s peeling the bottle gently out of his hands, so she can take a generous drink of it herself. Now it’s a party for two. And she doesn’t leave Zeph empty handed, at least - she leaves her fingers holding onto his, her grip warm and firm and secure.
”I’m sorry,” she says, lowering the bottle again. ”Not for... I mean, I don’t want you to feel like I’m pitying you. I’m just sorry about the fucking... gods bullshit.” Shaking her head, she doesn’t even know what she really wants to say. So she sits and holds his hand, staring out into the ocean. ”What were you going to do, after you drank enough?”
”I’m sorry,” she says, lowering the bottle again. ”Not for... I mean, I don’t want you to feel like I’m pitying you. I’m just sorry about the fucking... gods bullshit.” Shaking her head, she doesn’t even know what she really wants to say. So she sits and holds his hand, staring out into the ocean. ”What were you going to do, after you drank enough?”
