[ Roxy looks down at their hands, listening intently, a tiny smile crossing her face when he says she's one of his favorites. She still doesn't know what he sees in her, but she appreciates the assurance regardless. ]

...

[ She decides she needs more than hand-holding, and wraps him up in her arms instead. ]

I feel like shit, Dirk. I got scared when I realized you were here. I didn't think you'd want anything to do with me, but then ya did.

[ And when you wear your heart on your sleeve, it's only a matter of time until the negative feelings begin to show themselves. But unlike other negative feelings, she knows that she has to face these ones. Can't just beat them down and internalize them like the others. Can't numb them with alcohol anymore either, which is probably what is making this harder than it needs to be. ]

I know this is the last thing you wanna hear but I need a fuckin' drink.