He was ominously silent for longer than his pretending-to-be-hitting-on-her cover merited, a fact that did nothing to dispel the legitimacy of being called a psycho. It was only him trying to figure out the best way to word his response. Anyway, it wasn't like he could look at the mirror; they'd be way obvious if they both did it.

"You know, I wasn't bullshitting you before about us being alike," he said finally, so neutral it carried its own intensity. "The places we grew up. The people around us."

But that was all. They were stuck here in an awkward conversation, that didn't mean he was going to make it a heart-to-heart.

"Look, can we just start a fucking fight and get them out of here."