“What do you want me to do...trash the whole thing so you can get your fix? You know that’s not an option, Bel.”
“No, Edward. We both know whose addiction is more important, here. Forgive me for assuming that I might mean more to you than science. I must have forgotten myself.”
“This will be the best thing for you, really. Your behaviour has been atrocious ever since you began this routine. One minute you’re fine, the next you’re worse than a spoilt child.”
“Oh, that’s brilliant, Edward. And I wouldn’t know a bloody thing about having to tolerate erratic behaviour. I’m so glad all that’s over with now that you aren’t using anymore…oh, wait…I’m mistaken. You’re still a junkie, aren’t you, love? You still wait for me to nod off before you shoot up whatever it is you’re addicted to, right?
