But, she decided that he was a grown man capable of making his own decisions. If he wanted to burn, who was she to deny him? All worries about the fact that they were likely about to make a very serious error in judgment were pushed to the back of her mind. Regret could come in the morning like it always did. Reaching out to grab life by the bollocks was all they could hope for in their fucked up excuse for a world. There was always the possibility that the morning would never come for them again. They would be fools to deny themselves.