He was covering his eyes. He smelled of liquor. Morrigan had never, actually, seen someone this drunk — she had certainly never been this drunk. She considered Brooks with an interest that was both sympathetic and scientific. Would he even remember that she had been here? The engagement ring felt like a lead weight in her pocket.

"It's only haunting if you don't want to see me," Morrigan said. It would have been a jest if she did not believe it to be true. It was a shame, she thought — he would never entirely understand that this was better for him. "Are you going to vomit?" People who were this drunk vomited, didn't they? She would prefer to avoid that.