"Calms me down." Aiden's shrug is factual, and while he plops unceremoniously onto the roof he settles into silence as he rolls.

"Did you get asked what you like about yourself?" He knows the answer, though--they all do. "Judy's a bitch, anyway. Keeps talking." her voice drips like honey. It's sweet, and Aiden doesn't like it. It makes him angry. It puts him on edge.

But he's lit the joint with a lighter he bummed off a homeless guy and never returned when he was allowed out, and he takes a long puff before silently offering it to her.