"Yeah, no shit," snort, rolling my eyes and then scrubbing at them with the heels of my hands, "Jesus... Goddammit, you are such a fucking asshole." I'm trying to hold back a burst of laughter, shoulders shaking with it, letting out a frustrated groan and dropping my hands away.

I'm not mad at him. It's not all his fault, and I'd be an asshole to blame him. It's actually a hell of a lot more like normal to think of him as a bastard. Resets the balance of the universe and all.