Did he want to see her? He supposed not. He probably shouldn't want to see her, but since she was a figment of his imagination, what was the harm? "No." The nausea wouldn't kick in until later, once he'd stopped. If he stopped. Maybe tonight would be the night he drank himself to death. It was an option. That was an exaggeration. He would survive this, didn't particularly want to end his life, he just needed more time and more numbness to get through it. "Whatever you've come to say, just get it over with." Brooks was much more in the mood to wallow in his misery in solitude.