"No secrets, remember?" Hadn't that been how he wanted things? No secrets between them? This was pretty big to keep all to himself. No he didn't hide it away, when she asked, but he didn't exactly come out with it either. Though, often he had to ask after things too, so there was obviously no hidden message behind the question. This was something she didn't want him to keep bottled up to himself.
She glanced up at him as he mentioned the example. Curled up against him she still managed to keep her cheek against his chest. Her had came up and very gently she stroked his cheek. "Tony, a lot of that was... It had been over a year since my pipes worked like they were supposed too. The emotional, the added hormones from the shots... Which was probably something I should have waited on... All that is landsliding down on me. I'm going to be out of whack for a little while." Pausing for a moment she drew her fingers along his jaw. "I know I had times where I was like that before. But I thought I was getting better. But deep down, I'm always going to be that meek, small town girl. We could probably have sex a hundred million times every way humanly possible, and there's always going to be something you say, or some way you look at me that's going to have me blushing clean down to my toes." If you still want to look at me that way, was something she didn't add. "And the drinking is going to stop. I didn't know it bothered you that bad, but... I'll stick to chocolate milk, or hot cocoa... I might even put a chocomocalate in there somewhere." It wasn't like she had a drinking problem. She just didn't want it to become one, and she sure as hell didn't want to drive them apart. "I'm off the whiskey, I swear."