Harper only shook her head when he offered her a drink, vaguely hearing his options. The thought of stopping by a bar didn't really occur to her. She sort of felt as though she was disconnected, like she wasn't even herself. Something was dreadfully wrong with her grandmother and she had no idea how to cope with that reality. She just stared off into space, not even looking at him when he joined her on the couch. Did she want to talk about it? She shook her head again and was quiet for a long while.
"You know what's fucked up?" She asked suddenly, her eyes focusing on him, dried mascara smeared underneath. Her voice was level, no sign of the hysteria she felt just moments ago. She didn't wait for an answer. "My jackass of a father ended up in the hospital over nothing and I dropped everything to see him and make sure he was okay. Because, despite everything, he's my dad and I still love him. Grams has drilled that into my head. But the second that I need him? Or Daveigh? They're too busy or just can't be fucking reached. What kind of bullshit is that?"
She went quiet again, her gaze dropping to her knees."Mom would've had them there. No questions asked." Harper licked her lips and looked up at Josh again, her eyes watery, but without the threat of tears. "Who have you worried about?"