"I think," Octavia said, as she took the bottle, and her fingers bumped against his, "it's going to take time."

Because they were a trainwreck, right now. In so many ways.

"But I do." She had to believe it, because otherwise she wasn't sure what she'd do. She bit on her lip for a second, studying the bottle but not really seeing it. Then she looked up again. "Do you?"