Sparkle fell silent for a moment, looking at Atton and chewing the bottom of his lip. Forgetting, at least for the moment, about his beer.

"It's been a weird year," he allowed. And... didn't want to stop there. Knew he really shouldn't, considering. Took a breath. "Have you ever... like... looked back on something you didn't really think of at the time, and let yourself finally process just how fucked-up it actually was? And, like, it's a million fucking years ago and there's nothing you can do to change what it did to you and how it meant you lived your life, not really, but maybe you can sort of... like..." He flailed a hand around a little. "God, I hate looking at it. At what I can bring myself to do and what I can't bring myself to do and why and like, you know how many of those cookie pizza things I have mowed through just dealing? It's stupid. I'm gonna get fat on cookie pizzas, Atton."

That... probably had a point. Somewhere in there.