Was he not good to her? Look around, he'd say, observe his goodness in all its obviousness. For however much she put up with, he did as well in turn participate in her rocky emotional landslides and bumpy roller coaster rides. He just didn't mind being publicly the bad guy, where she was a bit more underhanded--one of the things he unfortunately adored about her--and so he was the asshole. Big deal. Honey wasn't a picnic, but, she was right about one thing: "You do deserve it, darling. That's why you're here instead of Whitney Port, couldn't get ahold of her, also she didn't deserve it as much as you."
Ah, and then everyone was telling him to call his mother. Didn't they realize it was bad news? She never texted for good news; no ones mother did. She had something awful to say and he wasn't ready to hear it. Glancing back and forth from Paul and Honey was like being badgered on a witness stand, he could answer, but consequently he'd reveal more than he'd prefer to.
"I'm not drunk enough not to call." Suddenly, Vince didn't seem to happy. In fact, his sky blue turned a stormy gray... and, eerily, the lights flickered just so.
At that moment, as he diverted his attention, the phone vibrated again: