Octavia didn't tell him not to, this time.

"Don't know if he always thinks that." They'd been doing better, making progress. But her optimism was nowhere to be found tonight, washed away in a stream of bourbon and whatever she'd had before it at the boat. "Y'know what he... what he said before he left? He had to go home for a few days."

She'd pushed that little stab of hurt aside at the time, but no longer could.