"It was recognising that together you had the power to temporarily banish that sense of isolation. It was about experiencing what it was to be human at the basest, most instinctive level. How could that be described as just anything?”
The room goes quiet and she walks back towards the door when she sees Keenan walks out of the opened door with a bottle of wine in his right hand.
His hair is looking shabby and his eyes are red and dull and his steps wobbly and staggering. He's drunk and from what she sees he's probably been crying. Her heart squeezes in her chest as she imagines the torture he must be going through.
His eyes go dim when they see the blurry image luring around and his lips pause as he curiously stares at her.
“Taylor?” he slur, staggering towards her and missing a step and almost falling.