"would you give us another shot?"
Len grinned into her cup, white teeth flashing in the dark. Her mouth is stained red with cheap wine from a box, it tastes like vinegar but gets easier to drink the more of it there is. “You know I would,” she said softly, affectionately reaching out with a curled index finger to tuck under Nik’s chin, holding it in place gently as she ran the pad of her thumb over the familiar swell of her bottom lip. This is a place haunted with ghosts, and now, wine drunk and placated, she has to remind herself twice that some of them were cruel. She pulled away reluctantly, heavy lidded as she looked into the dark eyes holding her own. “I’d let you break my heart a hundred times, even just to hear the songs you’d write about it.”