She wonders if he would ask her that, if he hadn't taken anything. You'd do that for me - like she wouldn't open her veins and bleed for any of them if they just asked.

V bites the inside of her cheek, though, because the prospect of saying any of that out loud is just - impossible. Too vulnerable. So she considers his other question, and shrugs.

"I can just...tell him I spilled some at the sink." It's not a prospect she looks forward to - he won't take something like that well, she knows, but maybe she can convince Mom not to say anything. "It'll be okay."