Okay, so maybe Sparkle was crying a little, too.

A lot. A little lot. He already had enough alcohol in him to not give a shit who saw him in the middle of a spectacular breakdown. That was pretty much how it needed to be, damn it.

"Big fan of brain bleach right now," he informed her, burying his face in her shoulder for a moment. "Like, big fan. Can we just drink until we experience long-term memory loss and never think about any of that ever again?"