Cassie's eyes turned back to the man beside her as he recapped what she'd said while she regained her breath. She nodded silently, confirming that that was indeed what she'd said. Albeit much more calmly stated. "She might have been missing her bra," She said, in answer to his question. "It's all a little fuzzy, but I was clothed, and she still had her pants on." Now that she said it, and someone was confirming it, the likelihood of her having full out raped her friend was seeming pretty slim. At most, she was looking at molestation, which, while still horrible, was much more forgivable under the circumstances, assuming she could ever manage to forgive herself for it. "There was wine, lots of wine. More for Izzie than for me though, because she had a bottle in her room." Cassie frowned then. When had Izzie started to hoard wine in her room. "Why the hell did Izzie have a bottle of wine in her room?" She mused to the air around her, not fully aware that she'd spoken aloud.<br/><br/>Then the rest of the questions caught up wit her. "We've known each other since preschool, we've kinda always been together since then. I don't know what to do without her." Her eyes caught on his then, chocolatey eyes still red and wet from her tears. "She said something else though, something about making a new friend, and she wasn't gonna tell me who because she didn't want me to steal them too. I've never tried to keep her from anyone," For some reason it was important to her that this stranger understand that fact. "Yeah, a few times I discouraged some guys that I knew were complete jackasses, and tried to distract others because she was so sweet and she didn't need to deal with those assholes, but I have never taken anyone from her. I've always pushed her to go for whatever she wanted, even if that meant that I couldn't because I wanted it to. I can't help that she never did, that's not my fault!"<br/><br/>Her face crumpled then and she looked down at her hands. "It's not my fault is it?"