"No actual swimming with ethanol onboard," Jack told him, "Bad plan. You'll wind up with saltwater in your stomach and that'll make you yack for sure." Yes I had to, shut up.

"Talking," she said firmly while pushing her door open and gesturing him inside, "You've looked like a prey animal for awhile now and I want to know why you feel that way." She.. didn't know how else to put it. "I'm bad at this. I'm real fucking bad at it, Sparkle, but this is me trying to be your friend and not.. you know.. me."