[ at this point he's pretty sure she's high on something, which would explain a lot. he'd be more sure if it were bright enough for him to see better. but it doesn't exactly matter, after what just happened. ]

He's just this... asshole. I know someone he knows, and he thinks we're together. Or something.

[ god, his nose hurts. hopefully it isn't broken. he stares at the back of his hand, thinking, and then tacks on like an afterthought: ] I broke his shoulder last year.