The flowers were lovely to look at, but bouquets never failed to give Vinnie a sense of his own mortality. Seeing healthy blooms clipped from their roots to slowly die in a vase was actually pretty uncomfortable for him.

Not that there was anything about this situation that was comfortable. It was the last thing on his mind, now.

Vinnie rolled over just enough to take the Aprijuice she brought him. The yellow drink had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the room, from the way his eyes were guiltily fixed on it instead of Lyra.

Look at it. She still brought you get well gifts, even though you're a miserable fuck-up in her eyes.

"...Thanks." He didn't look like he was ever going to drink it. He was just... waiting for Lyra to punch him, literally or figuratively. Lay on all her anger and disillusionment somehow.