“I always assumed you liked that.” “What?” “That he’s a Mean Boy.” He looked at her with an awkward expression. The uncertain, apologetic face someone pulls when they know a conversation has strayed beyond the limits that your conversations usually keep, and can’t predict the reaction. Roisin didn’t know what to say. Even allowing for the fact Matt was pissed at Joe, he said it so simply, so starkly. As if it wasn’t subjective. It was the conversational equivalent of accidentally seeing yourself in the front-facing phone camera. Joe was mean—and Roisin liked it? She supposed she had. She
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