Afterparty for Sad People

Lachlan drew closer and Abby had a sudden flashback to... something. All that she really remembered was the buzzing within her brain and a blurry image of her forcifully hugging the poor boy. Along with the fact that he had given her permission to cry was enough to remind her that this conversation was quite strange. While she didn't fully breakdown like the sad, overheated, clump of fur she felt like, she let a few tears run freely.

She laughed at the absurdity of it all. "well, shit." She swore, something not entirely alien for her but certainly not common either. She took a moment, letting her complicated feelings flow from her tear ducts. "Look, if I'm gonna cry, you have to as well." She spoke with a joking tone, gently pushing the man with a white paw. An effort to cleanse the environment of the tension that came with vulnerability.

Maybe it'd ease further if she knew the boy she was talking to, or what she'd done to him in the foggy past. "I don't even remember your name." An invitation more than a statement. She then posed a more tentative, possibly bad question. "What do you remember from that night?"