"Half the time, I tell myself I don't have a right to boundaries anyway. You're fine. I'm not doing that now." Robbie held his position on the bed. Vance could do as he pleased, but Robbie didn't want to end up a sobbing mess. He thought he would, if he reached out. "I don't really... care about the me side of things. It's kind of nothing when - I'm pretty sure I attacked teammates. I can't remember. My memory's all fuzzed up again, and..."

And that was the scariest part of what had happened, that Robbie's left with incomplete memories again. "I thought I was past that... I don't know who I'm supposed to apologize to."