[ she pauses before accepting the glass from him, tossing her drink back with a bit of determination, as if she's decided the two of them will make it through the remainder of the night no matter how much crying and drinking it takes. ]

Well, I know what y'ain't gonna do. Y'ain't gonna do anythin' stupid. You're gonna stick with me 'til y'feel alright bein' on your own, that's what.

[ a beat, then she adds, more quietly: ]

And y'ain't gonna blame yourself for hopin'.