She sat back up again, visibly unsteady and laughing hoarsely because it was either that or crying, and Loki was probably the last man on earth she wanted to see her cry.

"So long, career. Got some room up in mission control? I could sit on your lap or something."

She saluted him with the bottle and took a long drink. It did not do much to drown her sorrows, but that trick hadn't worked since she was in the academy so her expectations were low. It still tasted pretty good.

"What was I supposed to do? Get some brain bleach and try to scrub out all the things in there he doesn't like? He knows how much I love him, it's just not enough. It happens, y'know? Things... fall apart."