Fisher shrugged. You could not argue love and relationships with a cynic, period. You'd never win. They were convinced they were stupid and how could you convince someone that something as abstract as emotion wasn't stupid? "Well I think you're wrong. I've never needed the excuse of a relationship to fuck someone. Shit, I spent six years fucking people for-" He stopped himself, thinking up a lie in milliseconds, the break in his sentence just abrely noticeable. "...whatever reason I wanted. Hell, I'm not in a relationship now and I'm still fucking and totally in love with someone. So how do you explain that?"
Rolling his eyes, Fisher nonetheless nodded in agreement. He was definitely an interesting man, Will was. "I'm 28," he replied. "Just turned in October." They were almost in town, which meant the mall (and inevitably Hot Topic) was only about ten minutes away. "Of course if you ask my brother I'm 15."