“We need alcohol,” she said, not letting him go, not wanting her only support at the moment to be taken away, even if he didn't know he was her support. “I need it for the sauce and we need to get horribly drunk and forget how much it hurts for at least a few hours.”
She looked up at him, before resting her head on his shoulder again. “But I don't want to let you go,” she said honestly. “I need you, just as much as you need me and to let you go, even for a second would hurt,” she said, blushing brightly at her forwardness.