Maybe it's supposed to be a warning, but when he mentions the addicts, for a second or two Johanna wonders. Wonders what it might be like to have that escape, to stop caring completely. She only has to finish up the Victory Tour, and then she could do it. Slip away, become numb forever.

But that pride that made her say no is still there, and even in the depths of despair, she knows she won't do it. It would be too easy. Too much like letting them win.

She should probably be creeped out by the way he's stroking her hair, but the truth is that no one really touches Johanna anymore. Even her stylists don't like getting too close to her, like the calm, docile girl she's been since it happened will suddenly turn on them. It might be meaningless on his part, but some part of her takes meaning from it anyway. It makes her feel human, if only for a second or two.

And then he's off her, and she just sort of lies there for a second before she remembers how to make her body work. Slowly, she curls up, first on her side, and then pushing herself into a sitting position so she can wrap her arms around her legs. Her dress, she notes, is ruined.

Good.

"Just go," she mutters, unable to look at him.