"I won't? But I've gotten so very good at it. Well. Up until the end. Oh Trevor." Rose sighed, shaking her head. She tried not to think about her friend, the man who might as well have been her brother, here. It was all just too much to deal with on top of everything else.
Nodding, Rose made her way further into the apartment, heading to the kitchen to pour them both something to drink. At least alcohol dulled something. God, she was almost six hundred years old and she was terrified of a werewolf? "Forgetting sounds lovely. In fact it sounds just like what I want to do."