"Find your happy place man" Damian said to the struggling man. Just great he though, being bunked with a whiney man that cries for no reason is like being in a cell with a woman. Except without the fun of being with a woman in a cell.
"Hey, I'm going to just... go to the caffeteria or something... Do you want to come? Ill give you my chocolate milk?"
Fuck, do crazy people even like chocolate milk?
Damian almost slapped himself in the face with that comment. Of course! everyone likes chocolate milk.
He set down his new tennis ball and walked to the door way. You coming?