Ugh. It's so good, you have no idea. You can cry a whole river, and your makeup's still perfect. [It's all hitting her--- the crying, the hangover--- and she groans, sitting down with the handkerchief and dabbing at her eyes with it.]

Fuck. Did you-- remember your photo, too? [She still has no idea what his even was. She's had a good reason to be self-absorbed recently. It's honestly a marvel that she's even thinking to ask about anyone else.]