Bar pies are never to be trusted, Simon. You'll only need to learn that once.
Cade lowers his hands, briefly given pause by Simon's assurance-- I believe in you-- but, in his current state, it wafts away like any other thought. Is it sarcastic? Probably, it usually is.
"It's always like this," Cade murmurs, drumming his fingers on his empty mug, "I'm... I out... I outgrow my worth. Change too much." He pushes his hair back with one hand, then rests his head on it, hunching forward on the table. "I don't know how to stop."