Luther rolled her eyes as she growled at him. She was being ridiculous about this. Just because he'd tried to kill himself once, didn't mean he'd do it again... there was a thousand ways he could have done it by now anyway. There was rope, several guns and knives, enough pills to overdose on just to start.
He took the mug from her with an easy smile, before throwing it against the wall opposite. It shattered, leaving a black mark on the wall at the point of impact. "Actually, it is. Along with several other things here."