"I'm still sorry. Sorry." Something about alcohol makes her say that a lot. Maybe it's because 'alcohol' and 'apologize' have a lot of letters in common or something. That makes sense to her. Totally She dries her eyes and sighs.

Nothing is getting solved tonight, and even getting white girl-wasted isn't enough to drown out how fucked up this whole party for kiddie death matches is.

"I'm just going to invade your pillow fort and sleep and get out of your way. Thanks." She pats his hand, then crawls on hands and knees to the softest pile. "You've been a pal."

Even if even she can see the paralyzing 'oh god tears' expression on his face.