I’ve been clinically diagnosed with sociopathy,’ I said. ‘Do you know what that means?’
‘It means you’re a freak,’ he said.
‘It means that you’re about as important to me as a carboard box,’ I said. ‘You’re just a thing – a piece of garbage that no one’s thrown away yet. Is that what you want me to say?’
‘Shut up,’ said Rob. He was still acting tough, but I could see his bluster was starting to fail. He didn’t know what to say.
‘The thing about boxes,’ I said, ‘is that you can open them up. Even though they’re completely boring on the outside, there might be something interesting inside. So while you’re saying all of these stupid, boring things I’m imagining what it would be like to cut you open and see what you’ve got in there.