Her face is like a damn cherry tomato and the tears dribbling down hang from her chin. He keeps his hand there until the heaving stops, then he rubs her shoulder, just a little bit, letting her waist rest in the crook of his arm so she doesn't slide down to her knees and fall to the floor.

He remembers one of the servants doing this for his father a few times. Normally his father was contained in his inebriation, but after Quentin offed himself things went downhill quickly. Jason mostly would walk past the bathroom and keep walking, pretending he hadn't seen or heard anything, and Caroline would stay firmly in her bed, refusing to deign to affection when her husband had brought it on himself.

He runs the sink, first to wash away the vomit and then switching to warmer water she can rinse her mouth out with.

"You got it all out of your system?"