"Shut the fuck up, 'in my condition'," she demanded, putting the bottle down with a thunk. "I don't know what I'm going to do. Walk out into the storm and freeze, probably. Fuck," Urania'd just roll her goddamn eyes if she did that. No, no, Melpomene didn't want to die. There was barely any impact in death anymore - she couldn't stand to have Urania treat her death the same way she'd treated Apollo's. Not a supernova, just an eclipse.
Melpomene wanted to fucking supernova.
"Or I could stay," she said, turning toward him, thumb pressed against her bottom lip, considering the worst decision she could possibly make. "And fuck this shitty fucking world with you?" Why not, right? No reason. No reason to hold herself back from anything. Melpomene didn't care which way this went - if he rejected her, she could just add that to the pile, if he didn't, well, maybe that would be worse. Who knew. Who cared. Maybe she just wanted someone like Alan to touch her again. Melpomene leaned forward, and pressed her still freezing lips against his.