"Right." What else was she to say to that? Melody was always — and only — meant to be a 'bad decision' on his part. Some girl he tempted into the shadows alongside him and his self-destructive behavior. What he must not have counted on, though, was Melody had shadows of her own. Monsters of panic who waited for the scale to tip in their direction to frighten her into action. Ben was doing what he always did in talking to her, he just hadn't known he met an even worse person than himself.

Silently, Melody stood and moved over to one of her still unpacked trunks. Inside it was a bottle of spiced whiskey she snuck upstairs from his stash. Once retrieved, she unstopped it, took a long drink and moved close enough to hand it to him. "Sorry." She muttered as she gestured towards the bottle. Whether or not he knew it was missing Melody hadn't known or cared. Sometimes everyone needed something stronger than wine. "Was there ever anything real between us?" She then asked as she sat on the opposite edge of the bed. "Did I imagine it all? I mean...before Canada. There was something, right?"