"You could probably drink it," she suggests, again feeling sorely out of place in relation to the pair of them and their easy familiarity despite Gabe's plight. She hovers at their periphery, unwilling to settle in to witness such an intimate scene but equally unwilling to simply leave when Johnny was so openly relieved to hear she would be staying. "Like tea, but instead, soup."

She compromises. She sits on the floor across from the couch with a safe distance stretched between herself and the pair.

"You will feel better once you eat it, you know."