Stephanie nodded and tried to pick herself up a little straighter. "I want to go now." She said, emphatically. "I want a drink and you close to me and ... to be able to think about this rationally. Like I should. To think about it." She took another shuddering breath. "I love you, mi amor. I won't give you up, no matter what." That was one thing that she knew, something that gave her enough strength, enough dignity to wincingly bring herself up to her feet.