She doesn't want to, but she looks at him, listens at him, tears once more filling her bright green eyes. She nods, trying to focus on the words. On the idea of Lily or chocolate or drinks.

"Don't make promises you can't keep," she tells him with a sniff. He's a cop. And she doesn't trust anyone. She threads her fingers through Lily's long coat. "I'm sorry- I'm not usually like this ever." Except for now. "I like- anything. Anything to drink as long as it gets me drunk, stronger the better." Desperately, even as the words come out, "I've got a drinking problem."

It doesn't count as the first step if it's forced out of you.