"I... I killed a man." "Was it in Reno?" he asked. "Was it just to watch him die?" He was trying to hold back a smile.

"No," she said, "listen. This was... I was ten, and I snuck out with a knife, and I stabbed a homeless man to death." Her words were even, but at the end she released a breath. "I've never told anyone that before. Do you hate me?"

"Hate you?" He sounded shocked. "Course not, it's not like you stabbed anyone I know. So," he leaned in and rested his chin on his hands, "why'd you do it?"

"I wanted to see what happened when a person died."

"And what was it like?"

"It was," she paused and looked inward. "It was kind of unimportant."

"Yeah? Like, no big deal?"

"Basically," she said. "Like life isn't valuable, so death isn't meaningful. So it wasn't important."

"Huh," he said. "That's kind of beautiful."

"You're kind of beautiful," she said.

"Oh, now you're just trying to get into my pants."

"Whoops," she giggled, "I gave it away. Wait, you never told me your darkest secret."

"Oh," he said, "Sometimes I think about your mom while I masturbate."

"What."