"Oh," I murmur, a faint line of confusion settling between my brows and a heaviness settling in the pit of my stomach.

"I just... You stopped askin' for 'em, I just thought..." I don't know what I thought. But it wasn't a sign of trust, 'cause he had no reason to trust that I was clean, and I realize, just now, that it probably had nothing at all to do with me. It wasn't a promise not to be with anyone else. It wasn't anything stupid and fucking romantic like that.

He was just fucked up. He just didn't care, anymore. The same way I never did.