Frankie saw him go for a different bottle, and frowned, but didn't say anything. He was really sick of people treating him like a little kid who couldn't handle stuff. "Not any more," he mumbled. "What's the point. People come and go all the time... depending on who you are, people are just going to get upset on one end of it or the other. I'd rather be home where at least you know who your friends are and how old everyone is and you can just get on with normal shit like school." He let out a bark of laughter. "Don't tell anyone I said that though - they won't believe you."