[Really, she just means the drink, at the moment; but the truth is, though he's let her down in big and small ways more than once, she keeps coming back. She trusts him more than she does herself, sometimes; and she trusts this other him more than the present, largely because she doesn't feel she has much choice. Perhaps it's natural to assume that, someday, she'll run out of second and third and thousandth chances.
She can infer certain things. They still make very little sense. Funny, that she worries about him and them more than she worries about herself, on her own as she suspects she must be; not because she's strong, but because she's intimately familiar with her own weakness, whereas Chase's is... foreign, unsettling. She's never known what to make of him wanting her without needing her.]
it seems that all my bridges have been burned, you say that's just how this grace thing works
She can infer certain things. They still make very little sense. Funny, that she worries about him and them more than she worries about herself, on her own as she suspects she must be; not because she's strong, but because she's intimately familiar with her own weakness, whereas Chase's is... foreign, unsettling. She's never known what to make of him wanting her without needing her.]
Hey. No leaving me sad this time, remember?