"Yeah but it's always you carrying me. Hell, you stitched me back together once. I never have-ta help you out. You're like perfect 24 hours a days." She was babbling now, stupid thoughts that floated through her intoxicated mind at random. "I'm sorry. I'm being a bitch. I just can't deal with this. Just knowing I'll never get to run my fingers over his tattoos... God I'm an idiot. Fuck."