“Just—don’t try to bridge last night and this morning. You always do that. You always try to bring things out in the open. Just let it be, okay? It was a party, it was a late night, we were both really drunk, so let’s just leave it alone. I don’t want to talk about it.” “But we—” “Hannah.” Baker’s voice is sharp when she speaks. Hannah feels something sink in her stomach. “Okay,” she says. Then they exist in silence, and Hannah feels like they are two little kids sitting in a mud puddle, unsure of how this submersion feels, unsure of whether they’ll ever be clean again.
