[She takes his hand, sits, just sort of lets it happen. She's trying to monitor herself a little, separate out what degree of her behaviour is normal and what the drugs are influencing, but really - when could she last comfortably describe herself as 'normal'?]
None of it makes much sense in retrospect. My behaviour was - compromised. For some reason I thought my inmate's life was owed to the hotel.
[She knows exactly what happened. The place drew her lost love and her guilt and her pain out of her, turned it into a rod for her back and brought it down until she was more than ready to hand over Erik to make it stop. But it didn't; it hasn't; it won't.]
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Date: 2012-11-23 11:27 pm (UTC)None of it makes much sense in retrospect. My behaviour was - compromised. For some reason I thought my inmate's life was owed to the hotel.
[She knows exactly what happened. The place drew her lost love and her guilt and her pain out of her, turned it into a rod for her back and brought it down until she was more than ready to hand over Erik to make it stop. But it didn't; it hasn't; it won't.]