[She'd desperately like to believe him, but really, he isn't making it easy. Cameron has never found it easy to believe in happy endings; she fell in love with a dying man, with a dying man's best friend-- with people she can't have, or at best, can't keep. But she wanted to believe they had a chance at happiness. It seems less likely every day.
She tightens her grasp, face turned away from his, lips still quirked in a frown. Chase is an absolute mess-- rumpled shirt, half drunk and trembling under her hands. Cameron can't conceive of what he could have done, torn between a certainty that nothing could be that awful to reduce him to this, and a terror that reality is worse than the worst thing she can imagine. After a moment--]
Come on. Sit down, I'll make you a coffee.
[She loosens her grasp a little, enough to turn to him. It might be good if he sobers up a bit.]
[once fate put us in the same room, when you knew not of me nor I of you]
She tightens her grasp, face turned away from his, lips still quirked in a frown. Chase is an absolute mess-- rumpled shirt, half drunk and trembling under her hands. Cameron can't conceive of what he could have done, torn between a certainty that nothing could be that awful to reduce him to this, and a terror that reality is worse than the worst thing she can imagine. After a moment--]
Come on. Sit down, I'll make you a coffee.
[She loosens her grasp a little, enough to turn to him. It might be good if he sobers up a bit.]