In the elevator, Chris kept talking while Aurora's head throbbed, her responses half-hearted.

Chris didn't mind, thoughtfully helping her to their room.

After settling her on the couch, he made her honey water.

Then he prepared her bed while planning to sleep on the couch himself.

Suddenly, Aurora felt sober. "Chris, I don't want to pretend anymore."

A long silence followed.

Chris stood there holding his bedding, just looking at Aurora.

His eyes ...