[Private to Willow] I am so, so sorry about the party. Please hear me out before you kick my ass to the curb.
I-I'm not going to lie...I often...drink, to alleviate the pain from my visions. It was getting really bad and I was plastered...but I, well...I meant it...I understand completely if you don't want to see me again but I-I love you.
Too, I guess...
And about leaving you on the floor, I'm really, really sorry. I had a vision, went to find my shirt, and ended up taking a barstool to the head. They took me to the hospital and my comm was broken so I couldn't call you and I was unconscious.
So, uh, er...could I, maybe, have a...second chance?