"He never really loved me. I like to think he did, but I know he didn't." Mac whispers into the darkness.
They're both sitting on the floor of the bathroom, she against the wall, he curled around the toilet. He doesn't respond but she didn't expect him to. This was out of the ordinary for them, never mind how weird it was that they had an ordinary.
She'd found him drunk at some party that was being held in the bottom floor of her dorm building and she would've taken him straight home, but he'd reached the oh-so-attractive puking stage of intoxication, and she sure as hell wasn't risking taking him in her car if he might throw up all over the upholstery. She had a feeling that he wouldn't pay for it to be cleaned, even if she did explain that he'd helped buy the car in the first place.
So instead of taking him to the Grand, she led him to an empty bathroom. Tonight he neither goaded nor praised her. Mostly he threw up and wavered in and out of consciousness. If she were ever going to talk to him about Cassidy, this would be the time to do it. No way he'll remember it tomorrow.
"He liked me, I'm sure, and once he told me he loved me. But you were right. He didn't love me. Not really.
"They found my clothes you know. And all the bed sheets, and everything. All that stuff he took. It was in one of those little rooms with the ice and the vending machine. The one at the end of our hall. He did it to keep me in the room I guess. S-sometimes I like to think that he did it to keep me from seeing him for what he was, because he cared enough about me, but you know I usually think?"
Dick doesn't move, doesn't respond.
"Usually I think that he did it because if I had followed him I'd have seen, have known, and he really thought he could kill Veronica without anyone finding out, and he'd just keep going with his life."
She's biting her lip, trying not to cry. She tips her head up towards the ceiling.
"I just, I know that if Logan hadn't gotten up there when he did, I know Cassidy would've gotten away with it. Blamed Aaron for Veronica, blamed Lucky for the plane. And, and he would've sat by me at her funeral, and he would've comforted me, and no one would ever know. But it's a lot harder to cover up two murders. That's why he had to make sure I stayed. So he wouldn't have to kill me, and risk exposing himself."
She rubs her hand over her face, and looks back over at Dick. He's staring at her with wide, unblinking eyes.
She sniffles a little and swallows hard. "You ready to go?"
He nods.
"You gonna puke in my car?"
He shakes his head.
She stands up and helps him to his feet. He clings to her hand and doesn't throw up once on the way to the car. She makes him ride with his head out the window anyway.