Jason nodded as she talked about the people who had thought she was mad. He popped a fry in his mouth. “Yeah, bunch of dicks,” he repeated as if it should have been obvious. “No one should make you feel like that.” He wrinkled his nose, “What’s that quote? No one can make you feel inferior without your consent or something?” He pointed at her with the hand holding his soda can. “That. You should live by that.”
He shrugged a shoulder. “I’ve been with these guys since I was seventeen. Youth facility for a bit and then here.” He tugged on his sleeve, making sure that they hadn’t ridden up at all, not to hide the bracelet but to hide his arms. “For the most part they’re not a bad bunch. Free food and board, can’t complain about with rising house prices and living expenses and stuff. It does suck that we don’t get proper internet, though. Or movies, like, we can’t go see a film when it comes out right away, gotta wait for a bit before the brass get their hands on it.”
He chuckled, “But overall, it’s not too bad.” He pushed the plate toward her again, “You sure I can’t tempt you with a fry?”