Lia stared at him silently, taking in his words. He didn't remember, he had gotten drunk... but.. it made no sense. He hadn't seemed drunk when she had seen him. She knew drunk Seamus. How he acted, and what she saw wasn't him. But at least the revelation that he hadn't been cheating on her helped quell her nerves, and instead she was just worried for him. Gaps in his memory? I almost made her..
"Seamus..." she said quietly, biting her lower lip and her angry eyes turning to solid concern. "I know you... what I saw when I did manage to catch glimpses... It wasn't drunk you... At leaSt not what I know of you in that state," sighing she rubbed her temples, pulling him into her arms again, running her fingers through his hair gently.
"What you're saying doesn't make any sense. Are you sure..." she cut herself off, swallowing as she remembered the gaps in her own memory from her attack..
"Seamus if you don't remember, how do you know you've been on a binge drinking escapade? Who told you that? Are you sure your memories haven't been fucked with?"