"I thought you said the assholes were secondary." He mutters it as he flops into several seats, an asshole in his own right and earning the flick of a gaze. Nobody engages on the train if they can help it, and he's not going to announce that they're here for all of two stops.

One arm slung on a corner of several rails, he watches the tunnel recede through the window. "If I'm not getting a tiara, I honestly don't care who does."

He'd cut out early for bigger reasons besides, but being over it had been a general mood. "King and queen of the assholes. Who's most deserving."