"I ain't kickin' you onto the bleedin' street." That much she can say without hesitation, she's not the kind of person who can do that to someone when there's an alternative. "You can come back to the apartment. I-I just— lemme— lemme think about it, arrite? We got the walk back and... yeah."

God, how did this night take a turn like this? She couldn't have predicted this in a million years.