He takes it, even as he turns a sharp look on her. "Because everyone loves to be miserable." A drag off the joint. "Or everyone loves watching other people being miserable. Why else are jerks like me kept around? We'd be driven out of society otherwise."

He taps the ash off the end of the joint and looks away again. "I don't give a shit if you cried," he says. "And I don't think you're weak for having done it."