5. "For the last time," she said exasperatedly, "You need to stop this."
He looked up at her, eyes blurred and features relaxed from the drink. "You're really pretty, you know that?" he slurred, clumsily reaching a hand up to stroke her cheek. "I should tell you that more often, because it's always true. Why don't I tell you that more?" he whispered, retracting his hand and beginning to frown. "Why don't I tell people these things before they go away, why don't I keep people from going away, why can't I help…"
She sighed and sat down next to him, giving herself a sip of alcohol from the open bottle. "Tony. This is the fifth time I've found you like this."
He glanced back at her, confusion on his face. "Why are you here? Why are you at my house with me?"
"Because I'm worried about you. Jenny's death was not your fault. You are paying penance for a crime you did not commit and I'm really, really worried. Five times I've found you, drunk and upset, and you're leaving tomorrow and I want you to promise me that you'll stop this because I can't help you any more."
He kept looking at her for a moment before speaking. "Well, you're very pretty, so I guess I'll agree. No more drinking. For you." He got unsteadily up to put the bottle away.
She heaved a sigh of relief, and of regret.
He was leaving anyway, and there was nothing she could do about that.