She watched him take his pills with vodka.  She knew it wasn't safe, but he seemed to know what he was doing.  She picked up the bottle of vodka and took a swig, it was her favorite drink.  Then she sat crosslegged on the floor in front of the bed.  She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, speaking softly.  "I know I shouldn't trust you, I can see that.  But somehow I feel I should.  Somehow I feel I can trust you, even though you're dangerous."  Hoping that he hadn't heard her, she dropped her hand and watched him.