“Well, maybe I should give you friendship lessons, because you fucking blow at it.” She laughed, and the sound wasn’t entirely joyous. “All right. I deserved that.” He gave her a half smile, even if she couldn’t see it. “Lesson one: don’t shit on your friends when you have a bad day.” “Right.” “Lesson two: Your true friends won’t mind when you do, so long as you own up to it and apologize. Usually in the form of buying them a beer.”
