Rachel shook her head, because it couldn't be right. It couldn't be right that he was so upset because he was so nice. He'd only been telling her a little while ago that she wasn't all that fucked up, and now he was collapsing and she didn't know how to save him. "You're not... you're not fucked up," she said, trying to remember, what had he said to her?

She sat up, and scrambled over the arm of the couch to stand and find her shirt. It seemed like her partial nakedness was doing more harm than anything else.