“I’ve notice crushing disappointments tend to come in groups. Like, hearing your badly hurt son doesn’t want to see you in the hospital. Followed immediately by the realization that, yeah, that’s a perfectly reasonable decision on his part. Probably for the best—what the fuck am I going to do, insult his injury until it goes away?”<br/><br/>Candy looked to the bartender. “Misery loves company, Hun—if you’ve got any crushing disappointments, I’d love to hear about them.”