[if she had a hint of his history, if she knew at all what he'd been through, she would've been thinking "well yeah, no shit, he had to deal with way worse than i ever did". but at the same time, hearing that he got clean after twelve years just makes her wonder what's wrong with her that she can't stay that way with less than half of that under her belt. there's anxiety tinged with shame that's easier to let herself feel, and she doesn't move on from it the way he does.]

Nobody made it out of the ocean with me. [a dejected sigh as she falls back against a nearby building wall and crosses her arms over her chest.] That's the thing that's sending me back there. And I know you're not, like, an expert on anything or whatever, but, like. This is the first problem I've had here that I felt like other people could even relate to.

No weird doubletalk, no leaving details out 'cause they're too complicated, just. [a look to the sky.] Burnout girl pushing 30 falls off the wagon 'cause she's sad.