"What are you doing here?" Joan asked as he turned to see you peeking out of the balcony door, his voice sounding scratchy and worn after screaming and crying all night. He had gone up there to get some air and try to calm down his emotions after Monica's party. Joan finally had his moment to rebel during the party, finally letting go of the good boy and future lawyer that his parents loved so much. "What? You're not going to say anything?" He asked turning to look at the city.