Billie had forced herself to abandon her pity party of one when she admitted that it was never going to get Steven to come back and when she sensed that Elizabeth was going to elect to intervene in their affairs if she didn't leave the apartment.
Because Elizabeth and Jessica's intervening had worked so well the first time. Oh, wait, no it hadn't.
So she had been glad that Sam had agreed to get drunk with her because she needed a friend. She really needed a friend.
"I ruined my life," Billie told him, matter-of-factly, when he opened the door.