He looks hurt and Alex, weirdly, feels better for a moment. She knows that she ought to leave, that if she stays they're going to keep doing this, keep tearing strips off each other until there's nothing left but bloody smears.

"Sober enough to get it up," she points out. "Can't have been that wasted, can you?" She shoves her hands through her hair and turns her back on him for a moment. "You don't even care, do you? You've built this story up in your head that my tattoos came back because some fucking...john drooled all over my tits because I'm a fucking slut and now that's all the narrative that you're interested in. Fuck you, Darlington."