When Button did speak, it was only a whisper, but it held enough force to get Sweetie's attention.  "You want the truth?"  He laughed quietly to himself, refusing to look at Sweetie as a shaky smile spread across his lips.  The laugh held no mirth, and had a twisted quality about it that sent a shiver down Sweetie's spine.  "That's funny.  I tell you a lie that puts all the blame on me and you don't buy it, then continue to doubt it for years.  I tell you a lie that makes me a dirty, rotten, cheating bastard and you go home and drink yourself into a stupor, then come marching back here when you find out I'm lying again to demand the truth."  