[ That's another big gulp, there. Rebecca's actually glancing away now. Her face is flushed, but it's not from the alcohol. ]

...No matter how much you know, logically, you can't help your feelings. I...understand. I understand more than I- ...more than I care to admit. Even if you like the person he's chosen, you still-- it's not the same. The littlest things still burn, even though you know, if he's happy...you should be happy. To have the important relationship you do, you should be happy, but it's not...it's not the same, as what you want, and it's...suffocating.

[ Suffocating. Intoxicating. Complicating. ]

It really fucking sucks.