"I know — I just really don't want to." Hallie sighed, wanting to keep her head in the sand for as long as possible. Of course she knew that she couldn't keep hiding out forever, but she was going to enjoy the silence whilst she could. She flashed Mason a grateful smile as he refilled her glass without question, though it quickly fell as he kept it for himself. Then he handed her the bottle and she couldn't help but laugh. "Thanks. Guess I really am drowning my sorrows, huh?" she rolled her eyes, taking the bottle from him and helping herself to a long swig. His question had her sighing again, nodding slowly in response. "I did. The whole time." she confirmed, taking another swig. "You can go ahead and tell me how selfish and horrible I am if you want to. Get it all out now before I drink it out of my brain and can pretend that you're not on the list of people who now hate me."
"A little of that can't hurt." As long as there was no downward spiral that went on for months, then he couldn't imagine it getting much worse than it was now. When she gave him that confirmation he dropped his gaze down to the glass in hand, silent until the last of what she spoke. "You don't have to pretend that I'm not because I'm not on any list that has to do with hating you." Making a face he threw his head back as he downed the drink, sucking in a deep breath before setting down the glass. "I mean what you did was fucked, no beating around that point, right? But I've done my own fucked shit, most people in this place have and hey, if I came out on the other side of all that, I can't imagine where you won't, too." He gave her a small smile. "But you know, until you're there, you're more than welcome to invite yourself to my drinks and my food."

















