Leaning back, she barely gave him time to answer that as she started to realize that she was really starting to ramble. It's a thing that happens when you drink a lot. That, however, she was fine dealing with. If that was the worst thing that came from her drinking excursion tonight then it was a job damn well done. "How did you get to be like this?" Raina asked, the question more loaded then she let on. "You walk around like nothing in the world bothers you. You don't care what anyone says and do whatever you want. I couldn't imagine having that kind of courage."
But it wasn't her turn for truth or dare. Still, she wished that maybe she had chosen dare. Holding the neck of the bottle, Raina drew her thumb nail along the glass a few times before raising it to her mouth. Taking a swig, she lowered it into her lap and swallowed the liquid. It burned all the way down her throat into the fire that grew in her belly. "There was an attack a little over a month ago," she began, voice lowered a little as she stared at the alcohol, then past it to her feet. She hadn't had anyone to talk to about this so aside from the replays that went on in her mind, this was still fresh. "Someone in town stabbed a girl who goes to school here." Surprisingly, it hadn't been as big news as Raina had thought it would be. Maybe she just wanted to keep things quiet? "And he found her, bleeding on the ground, close to dying. It wrecked him, so he did what he could to keep her alive. He shared his blood with her. You know, let her drink from him to heal her. Then he took her back to her apartment and waited with her to make sure she didn't die." Another small sip. Truthfully, talking about this had started to sober her up and she didn't exactly want to be sober right now. "I was waiting in his dorm room the next morning, all gung ho about having a picnic together. When he got there he was visibly shaken and bloody. There was so much and I had no idea if it was his or.. or what had happened. He kept telling me to go home but I didn't." Maybe she should have.
Raina looked up at him to see if he was paying attention. If he wasn't, she didn't want to go into this. If it was just something someone did, like a social requirement, then she would prefer to just drown in the bottle and do something stupid. But something told her it was okay to continue. "He said I could never understand what it was like for him and I just--begged him to tell me. I just wanted to know. I wanted to be there for him, help him, anything." That had been the most important thing. Desmond carried the sadness of so many lifetimes and she just wanted to walk this one with him, help him carry that weight. "He blamed himself." She swallowed back the feeling, remembering everything about the way it felt to look at him, hear his voice utter those words and see the guilt in his eyes. "He told her he'd protect her so when she was attacked, he thought it was his fault for not being there." But he couldn't have spent every waking second being there for her. It wouldn't be fair to either of them.
Reaching up, Raina tucked the hair on the right side of her behind her ear and let out a slow breath. "Then he explained to me how he felt for someone once the way I felt for him, and that while it was intense, it would change over time." Shrugging, she averted her eyes to the ground, "Then he said something about not making it any harder and I left. He kept saying he wanted to keep me safe, you know? I just needed him to trust me. I would have been there whenever he wanted me, given him anything." With a small turn, Raina leaned her head back and looked up at the sky. "It hurt." She admitted softly. "It still hurts. And I just want it to stop so I figured some boozing would help so, here I am."
Turning her head to look at Jack, she waited to hear what he would say about it. As she did, she took another sip from the bottle, feeling the effects of the stronger liquor as she handed it back to him.