He gave her a small smile, and walked with her out of the room and back onto the deck, the cool air instantly greeting them.
She sighed, looking up at the sky. "I suppose you'll need your coat back," she said, slipping it off. "Thanks for letting me borrow it."
His thoughts were interrupted by her voice, and he looked down at her suddenly. "Him? Oh, of course." He took the cloak back and folded it over his arm. "I'm glad you found it useful."
She looked at the ground, pursing. "So I've had a few drinks. That's means I'm gonna forget this, and that what I said might not be true." Her eyes shifted to the horizon, then at him. "Do you think I meant what I said?"
Jack looked down at her with a thoughtful expression. "I don't know, "he said quietly. "But I know that I meant what I said."
He watched her for a moment, his eyes meeting hers. Come on, Jack. If you can't tell a drunk girl how you feel when she probably won't remember in the morning, how can you ever hope to be brave? "Yeah," he said softly. "Yeah, I do."
"Good! I would say I love you three times as much, but it's not possible for me to love you any more than I already do." She covered her mouth right after she said that. "Shhhh, don't tell anyone I said that."
He smiled sadly. It was nice to hear it, even if it wasn't true. "I won't tell anyone," he said seriously."I promise." They arrived st her door, and he cleared his throat. "Here we are."
"How would you know? You won't fess up when I'm sober." She frowned looking up at him. "Sober me likes you, I'm sure. I mean, who doesn't?"
"I'll prove you wrong," she said, crossing her arms. "Open your eyes, Jack! And you shall see!" She opened her door, rushing to a pile of blank papers. "Just wait! You'll see soon!"
"I'm going to write myself a note and tell myself to confess, if the feelings are real." She began writing. "Then you will know."
