Thinking back, Meg tried to count the days, but failed. One seemed to blur right into the next and she lost track somewhere in the middle. She was sure that once she sobered up she'd have a better concept of where she'd been and what she'd been doing, but just at the moment, linear thought was a bit challenging.
"Off and on," she answered vaguely, letting him support her. It was nice to feel him again. She'd missed it, though she wouldn't admit it. She leaned with her back against his chest, as though this were normal for her. She grabbed his arms and drew them around her body, taking comfort in the feeling of him surrounding her again. Where it not for the lowering of her inhibitions, she would have rebelled against such a public display of affection. But, for the moment, it made her indescribably happy.
There was something she'd wanted to tell him. She remembered now. It was why she had set off to find him, only veering off to the pool when she'd realized it would be much to early for him to be awake. She wondered if maybe she'd dozed there. What an odd thought, that she could push herself to that point where she couldn't even control what her body did, what human needs it gave in to. But she had to focus. This was important.
"I'm sorry," she said, her brow furrowing in concentration as she struggled to force out the words she'd practiced on the way here. "I'm sorry. I should have stayed." There was more. She knew there was more. But she'd lost the thread of it. She couldn't remember what came next.