When he says that - it's nonchalant, stopped from bleeding out, Tara just closes her eyes tightly because she doesn't need the mental picture, because she can't handle it. It takes her a second to pull in a deep breath and try to smile, and she nods. "Yeah. He knows he's an idiot. Even high as a fucking kite, so apparently that stuck although I don't know if he remembers you're the one who told him that."

Her hand - the scarred one, when she picks up her glass it's shaking like she's... well, like she's got nerve damage and is exhausted and has lost a lot of fine motor control when she's fatigued, and it's the final straw because she puts down her glass abruptly with a thump and she covers her face with her hands and just starts to cry. It's quiet - hell, it's telling in and of itself that Tara cries silently - she has since she was a little girl, all pulled into herself because she's used to being the only person she has.