"You've been mean," he said, shrugging. He wasn't going to argue because it was the truth, capacity for being much meaner or not. To him, she'd been harsh and mean and it had left marks, non-physical as they might be.

"Can we not..." He stopped and sighed. "For this weekend, can we just pretend to be friendly? Please? After he's gone back, you can go back to thinking me an awful person and I'll go back to being sad."