[ she clinks her glass against his. ] To being fucked, together.

[ and he might catch her wink as she follows that toast with a large sip. it's not magic, but relaxing on the couch with a drink sure beats the alternative of trying to talk herself out of also making a network post to confess her sins. ]

Did you ever talk to anybody at home about what happened? A doctor, I mean. Do people do that where you're from?