Yeah. She's strange, but she's strange in the same ways all the time.

[ Too bad. Eggs. Trevor eats with all the grace of someone who's been too stuck in their own head to remember to eat in the last day, scooping up egg yolk with his bread and continuing only after a good few mouthfuls. He'd forgotten how much clearer things seem with food in one's belly. ]

've you ever even spent enough time around someone to learn to predict them before?