( hands finally slip themselves around his waist . )
promise me .. it’s not gonna happen again ? if you get mad at me .. want you to just go into another room , please ?
( it felt like he was dead. even now he can't work, can't do laundry without being in pain, being exhausted. it was his fault. )
i drove too fast, i wasn't paying attention
( there’s silence .. she’s never been good at staying strong . forehead rests upon his shoulder , silent tears . )
it is . it’s *my fault . it’s my fault for drinkin’ after too , otherwise i would’ve gotten there sooner and god — i thought you were dead .
‘m not lyin’ , carter .
( there’s a beat , her momentary giddy attitude fading almost instantly . )
.. if i didn’t … throw a fit , you probably would’ve stayed for th’ night ..
( up she gets , her nosebleed shoved to the back of her mind , for now . clean hand runs over one of his scars . )
.. can’t help but blame myself , you know .
her hand rests upon the back of his head , there’s a small hum that slips past her lips at the press of his kiss .
“ .. almost time for us to get broke .. er . ”