[ Margo understands what he means, his words echo her own. The person she was in the Aerie was two steps away from who she is.

And when he says what he did last, she can hear the shame in his voice as she grabs the bottle even with her back turned to him as she grabs it. Turning back to look at him, she offers him the bottle first because he sounds like needs it more. ]

What is doing the "right" thing? Everyone always acts like right and wrong are fucking black and white. Sometimes what is right in one moment, is wrong in the next. [ She shifts on the bed, shifting slightly closer to him without being too obvious.]