"Hm. It's creative, I'll give you that. My old man just asked what side of the belt I wanted." Pretty mundane. He knew a lot of others with that story. Now, this? He let himself fall back, lying down and pulling the joint from his lips to slowly exhale the smoke. His eyes looked at the joint, where some of his blood had dried. He must have bit his lip too hard. "Your issues are unique."

Kind of made him like him more. "But you are being dramatic too. Odds are, you're more scared of me than I'll ever be of you."