"Now, I'm going to sleep off the last five bottles of liquor still in my system," she said dismissively. It was still very early in the day and it didn't seem logical that he would stay with her. While she was feeling more clear headed, she still felt unsteady and tired. She didn't need sleep to function, of course, but it would certainly help at the moment. She could let her body do it's thing and she would be completely check out while it did so. It was a nice thought. Being passed out wasn't exactly the same as sleeping. She hoped she wouldn't dream. The night she'd been human, the nightmares had been horrible. But his presence had soothed them. She wondered if he would have the same effect now.
She wanted to ask him to stay, just until she fell asleep. But she couldn't. She'd already made herself weak enough in front of him, she didn't need to add fuel to that particular inferno. She crawled into his bed without asking permission and slid under the covers. For a moment, she sat looking at him, not sure what else to say.
"Do you want to take it back?" she asked at last, not sure where the question had come from. If he did, she didn't want to know. If he didn't, she still didn't want to know. She'd told him once that things had gotten messy, but that had been an understatement, even then. Now, she thought that if things could just be described as "messy" she might be able to deal with them. This was beyond messy. This was a catastrophe that she had no hope of fixing.