[Hutch licks her hand gently with a tiny pink tongue, and Dave's voice comes as if from a million miles away.]

I was flying...

[He trails off, but wherever the thought takes him, it's nowhere good. He hunches forward into his knees, shaking again worse than ever.]

It k...it, it k-, it ke--kept happening, over an' over, no matter wh-what I did...I, I kept fucking up...

[The last note breaks, high and brittle, and dissolves into weak sobs again.]