Rufus hauled them a cab and headed to a hotel room (twin beds). He didn't want to leave her all alone tonight. Clearly, she couldn't handle herself. He sat in the room as she sat on the bed, trying to make sense of her thoughts. She was beyond drunk right now. It was probably the worst she'd been in a long, long time.

"Thank you so much, Rufus," she said, her words slurring. "It's your fault though-that I'm drunk. You—I—I saw you with Bex and—why her, Rufus?"

"Lily, I'm not having this conversation with you when you're drunk. You can barely speak."

"I want you, Rufus. Right now," she got up and walked over to him and stared deep into his eyes and leaned forward to kiss him, but he dodged her.

"You're drunk, Lil."

"So what? That doesn't change the way I feel. I always feel this way about you. But I'm too sober to do anything about it."

He didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry, Rufus. I'm so, so sorry," she began crying, saying things he couldn't quite understand. She was mumbling and slurring and it was very hard.

It wasn't very long before she was passed out. Rufus placed her on the bed so she was comfortable and took a look at her. She was still beautiful, even after all these years. It was hard not to admit the feelings he still had for her, but he desperately wished he didn't feel anything for her. It was so hard to love somebody that never chose you. He was never her first choice. She always picked somebody else over him. Years ago it was William. Now it was Bart. Who would be next? How many beatings could someone take before they broke? He had always wanted to be with her. He wouldn't have admitted it, but even throughout his marriage he would find himself reminded of her. The one who got away. But she was just so confusing and never just told him how she felt. She let other people make her decisions and thought about everybody else except herself. It was too much for him. He didn't like being complicated. And Lily was a whole lot of complicated, but he couldn't deny these feelings he still had for her. Suddenly exhaustion overcame him and he climbed into the other bed and drifted to sleep.

The next morning, Lily awoke with a piercing headache. She groaned as she opened her eyes.

"Tough night, Lil?" Rufus asked, placing a cup of freshly brewed coffee in her hand as he sat up.

She groaned once more in response before taking a gulp of coffee.

"So I'm thinking you and I should talk?" Rufus asked, getting straight to the point.

"Right. Thank you for last night, Rufus. For saving me—"she trailed off.

"It's not the first time I've saved you," he pointed out.

She laughed as she took a short trip down memory lane.

"So why'd you visit me last night? But more importantly why'd you run away to a bar and get completely wasted?"

"Rufus, do we have to have this conversation now? My head is killing me and I really should get home. I've got to think of a reason I didn't come home last night…" her mind was already searching frantically for a possible explanation.

"Fine. I'll call you."

"Okay," she got up and grabbed her purse, "And thanks again, Rufus. God knows where I would've ended up last night if—well, if you hadn't been there."

"You know I'd never let anything happen to you."