Evan looked up from his drink, swirling it, thoughtlessly. “Her favorite animals were crabs,” he said, turning to Jason. He let out a sigh. “Kind of ironic, huh? Considering how she…died.” His voice shook, slightly, and he took another long swig from his mug. He was holding back tears.
Jason put his hand on Evan’s back. “Your girlfriend died of crabs?” he asked, sympathetic.
Evan turned. “What? No, dude, she died of cancer. Jesus fuck, dude.”