"I suppose we have," Jason agrees with a nod and a smirk of his own. "Part of the human experience, right?"

He's speaking more metaphorically than anything else; knocking a girl up. Ruining people's lives. Betraying the people he loves. Keeping secrets. Metaphor or not, it's all still dirt on his hands. And grimy dirt, the kind that doesn't wash off so easily, at that.

"I'll keep it in mind," Jason says, because there's no harm in agreeing to that, is there? It's the least he can do. "Your friend sounds brave," he adds, shaking his head. "I'm glad she's fighting, but at this rate, I think we're all pretty screwed come Halloween night."