A mixture of things, shame and relief mostly, flood through Alex's slight frame when she sees him, sitting on the stoop, a cigarette between his fingers. She thinks of the look on Eddie's face when she'd asked him to get high with her, the cigarette smouldering between his fingers. She climbs the steps and sits down heavily beside Hopper, her hands still shoved into her pockets. The corners of the tin dig into the meet of her ass as she sits on. Fitting, maybe, that she'd can't even pretend to forget that it's there.

"I nearly fucked up," she says.