"Really." She smiles, her gaze soft but worried. She's not the type to abandon someone because they're having a rough time. Maybe others have left Josh behind, put off by his mental illness, and that's why he expects so little from others.

If she knew the truth, the whole truth, she'd think that he deserved better friends than ones who humiliate little sisters and then let them run off in the night to die.

"It's the free stuff, near the vending machines." She gently nudges him with her arm, turns him in the right direction. "This way. I'll make you a cup."