"Don't tell me you're sorry," Sawyer interrupted, giving her a cautionary look. "You and I both know it don't mean $h!t. It's just somethin' people say to make themselves feel better. So, let's just make a deal right now: you spare me the bull$h!t sympathy act and I won't give it you either."

He sucked in another drag. "Funny thing about bein' a screwed up kid, you can spot another screwed up kid from a mile away. It's like radar."