Cynthia was gaping.<br/><br/>She didn't fancy herself a self-centered person, but maybe she was. Even now, as this information sunk in, all she could think about was how blind she had been and how self-focused she was in their relationship. Ah, well. Old habits. She tipped back the drink, taking a swish before she clinked the glass down next to his.<br/><br/>She picked at her fingers. She wiped her sweaty palms on her legs.  She broke his gaze and stared at her knees, trying to wrap her head around him. She didn't want to. She didn't want to combine the concept him and rape in her head. She didn't want the concepts to coexist. She shook her head, wiping a falling tear from her cheek. "No one ever knows what to say to our stories, do they?"<br/><br/>She licked her lips, and then  topped off their glasses. She scooted right up to him, then held the glass over him. It shook in her grasp. Once he took it, she raised her own in a silent cheers. It took all her willpower to not take anymore than a large swig. "I would have never guessed. About you. You smile all the time. Hell, I think you might be better at it than me."