Written for the 99 problems challenge.

Title: Deep Water

Laura was woken by the sound of Bill retching.

When the toilet flushed, she slipped out of the rack and shuffled to the head.

"Are you okay?" she asked, leaning against the doorframe as he brushed his teeth. Stupid question, she thought. Of course he wasn't okay; neither was she.

"Sorry," he slurred and turned unsteadily. "Sorry," he repeated. "I shouldn't…"

"No, you shouldn't," she agreed, yet she couldn't quite make her words come out as harsh as she wanted, and next she found herself holding his arm as they relocated to the couch.

"Why do you put up with me?" he asked as they somehow synchronised their movements until he was lying with his head in her lap.

"Probably the same reason you put up with me."

Her fingers sank into the thickness of his hair. She tried desperately not to think of how much more of hers she'd lost today. Another week at the most…

"Are you trying to forget our problems?"

"Perhaps I have an addictive personality," he replied.

"No, we're all addicted to something: drugs, cigarettes, money, sex."

"Work? Martyrdom?"

She grunted at his sarcasm. "Some addictions are less destructive than others."

"Of course that's what the person with the addiction would insist," he ground out.

Even a drunk William Adama could give as good as he got.

"We look for answers with our addictions."

"Yeah. I'm just not sure I know what my question is," he admitted.

"Why are we alive? What is life?" she suggested.

"What is love?"

She closed her eyes at his idea. "You think one day you'll find the answer in the bottom of the bottle?"

"Guess not. Love's an addiction, too," he rasped.

"Yes," she said, leaning down to kiss his check. "And perhaps you do have an addictive personality."