When she asked for extra sugar, he snorted out a laugh. He reached into the fridge, pulling out one of Gus's juice boxes instead. Holding it up so she could see it, he arched a questioning brow.

"Sure you did," he said, dismissively placating. "Or maybe you didn't. It's none of my fucking business. If you want to pour over the whole story, I'll listen-- Well, I'll pretend to listen to some of it." He shrugged. "But I don't really care."