Self loathing, mostly. That's a hell of a super power she's got. Verity should start her own job agency.

"Actually.." Josh laughs, earnest and self depreciating at the same time. He lifts up his jacket so it's possible to see how much his flannel hangs off of him. "I've had two bowls already, and these days I don't have much more space than that. And before you freak--that happened before I got here. I'm getting better. And you can bet those leftovers are gonna get eaten."

"But I can't, anymore. Right now." He shrugs. "Thanks for the offer though."