"Few weeks, maybe. If that," Fiona says, shrugging as she props her foot up on the chair. It hadn't taken her long at all to fuck up epically, something that would be a lot easier to come right out and say if Lip actually lived through all of that. As it is, with what he does remember, for all she knows, it would just be one more reason for him to hate her. As weird, as difficult as it might be, she's got to tread carefully here. There's no way she'll be able to do or make sense of any of this on her own. "You'd just found out that you passed your midterms."