"...You want me to grope you?" He gave Avery a skeptical look, before rolling his eyes. Oh, right. Because of course he'd never thought about 'professional' help. It wasn't like that had never been spoken aloud by anyone or anything.

"Oh yeah, you spend your life being happy because a pill makes you 'happy'. It isn't like you don't know it is all fake. All some giant lie, mocking you." He was broken goods, and why anyone wanted his company was beyond him. "And when people are too busy hating you, they can't very well be disappointed about how you never measure up to their expectations. It works for me, why break system?"

But then his brows shot up, and he pushed himself up on one forearm too look down at Avery. As he sat and wondered about the questions before him, one finger curled up and hooked about Avery's, holding it captive in a loose grip. "And if I said I knew a bit?" He asked skeptically. After all, the Dark Arts wasn't something most people wanted to own up to.