Other people are rubbish most days, it's absolutely the truth.

[ he thumps back against the tree for support, glasses dropping a bit down his nose. molly can keep his smugness. percy will keep his petulance. he looks at molly from the corner of his eye, trying to get some kind of read on him really beyond all that smugness. ]

Hard to find the good ones through all the garbage. [ a hand flapping vaguely at some breeze. ] Sometimes it takes years.