Shit. He's right. Not for the first or last time in his life, Kyle curses his hair.

"Maybe there's two in a million," he counters without much hope.

Kyle bristles before realising he literally just called himself boring. He can't get mad at the guy for just repeating what he himself implied. Fuck.

"Yeah, seems to be working," he grumbles instead. "Are you always such an insufferable prick or is it just a side effect of nearly offing yourself?"