"I didn't go," she said quickly. "I meant to. It sounded fun? I just. Didn't go. Uh. So you ... didn't talk to ... Reno. Okay."

That was good. No. That wasn't good. Reno was probably sitting in his room drinking himself into some sort of coma. That was bad. Very bad.

"You ... should," she decided abruptly. "Cause. He's ... not okay. I think. Maybe. And I can't. We sort of. Um."

Deep breath. "It's all wrong."