Cin took her wine with a nod and then raised it to her lips, feeling as though parts of her were coming away tonight, as though all of the things that made her her were flying away at great speed, and she wasn't sure what would be left behind.
She was angry at Gabe for doing this to her, for putting her in the position where she'd done what she had done, for dragging up all these feelings she'd pushed down and let go of. She was angry at him for reminding her how easy and close death always was.
"My boyfriend's in hospital," she told Archie, looking over at him, though only moving her head a little. "He's in a gang and in December something happened with the leader. He crossed him or something, and got himself beaten almost to death. So fuckin stupid. So now he's basically a vegetable. He sits there in a wheelchair, can't even talk right anymore."