"Do you charge by the hour?" Blaine asked, not bothering to lift his head up from the table just yet. "I don't think my parents' insurance covers mental therapy for me."
Sighing, he sat up, slumping slightly on his bench in the booth as he played with the menu in front of him. "I wish I knew. I mean, aside from being cranky from the heat at work tonight when the air conditioning blew... I don't even know. One minute I'm trading barbs with San, and the next, I'm pissed off. I'm not even entirely sure I can say why."