"Getting drunk won't help," she complained, plopping herself down in a chair at his kitchen table. "Tried that. With Ninkasi. When we tried to have sex and couldn't because she was all distracted by some Greek and I..."
Bast rested her elbows on the table, her hands coming up to hold her forehead as she leaned forward. Her skin felt hot and her head hurt. And she was still crying, dammit.
"I don't do this," she explained, maybe more to herself than her brother. "I don't cry. I don't do regret. I don't just sleep with one guy for an entire year and then bawl when I have to leave him. I don't."
There was sudden anger in her tone. "And he didn't have to go and say he loved me, because he doesn't. That isn't what this is. Was. It's not what it was. It was just sex."
Her face crumpled again as she tried to hold onto the anger and failed, the tears returning full force. "It was just sex. It shouldn't feel like this. I don't do this."