"The deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers", Joan said to Grace. The two girls were laying on Joan's bed, and Grace was just letting Joan vent about what a prick Adam was, occasionally nodding in agreement, mentioning what enormous pigs men are, or talking about how testosterone damages the human brain. "Adam will be right alongside Satan, Judas, Brutus, and Cassius," she continued ranting. "He could always be somewhere else though… like the circle where the cheaters are. What circle was that? God, why can't I remember?"

The tears that were never too far from the surface finally flooded over and slowly crept their way down Joan's face. It had only been 6 hours and 42 minutes since she had discovered what Adam had done, and the shock still hadn't worn off. She had sworn to God that she wouldn't love again, but her feelings for Adam were constantly tempting her to pick up the phone, call him, and try to make things better again. The irony of the situation was that normally if she were this upset, she would have her boyfriend to comfort and console her.

A sob escaped from Joan, "What was the fucking circle?"

Grace was, for the most part, all for expressing feeling of anger; but usually the expressing was done in throwing things, breaking glass, or vandalizing property. However, she was completely unused to her best friend sobbing brokenheartedly and swearing about some book written a bazillion years ago.

"Dude, it was just a stupid book," Grace interrupted, trying in her own weird way to console Joan. "Let it go. You can always look it up tomorrow when your working for the man."

The brunette girl stopped crying for a minute, but her voice was still shaky. "He came to visit me at the bookstore yesterday. He told me that his "special project" was over and that he didn't need to work overtime anymore. Then he kissed me! The stupid bastard kissed me and hugged me. Do you think that he had just had sex with Bonnie? Had he kissed her right before he did it to me? Oh god, I bet he was even thinking of her! I'm gonna be sick."

And with that, Joan got up from the bed at ran into the bathroom. Grace was even able to hear the retching noises from the bedroom down the hall.

God, Rove seriously needs to have his ass kicked. Grace thought as she pushed herself up from the bed and went to help Girardi hold back her hair.

"You shouldn't let it get to you like this, dude. He's just a stupid male. They're all incapable or normal behavior and have the whole "The Grass Is Greener" complex. It's basically like a fact that they'll all fuck up relationships somehow. You shouldn't make yourself sick over him like this."

Joan tentatively took her head out of the toilet long enough to say, "What would you do if Luke fooled around with Glynis?"

A small smile came to Graces face that thank god, Joan couldn't see. "I'd kick his ass and make it so that he wouldn't ever be able to have children, man."

"It wouldn't help. I know from experience that revenge never makes you feel better. And this part of me still wants him to be happy."

"Well tell that part of you to shut-up, Girardi!" A tiny little up-tilt of Joan's face was noticeable. It most defiantly wasn't a smile or anything close to it, but it made Grace feel a little better none-the-less. "Come on, let's get you into bed. You can dream of different ways to torture Rove in your sleep."

Grace helped Joan get up off the bathroom floor and walked her down the hall back to her bedroom.

"Thank you Grace." Joan whispered as she closed her eyes.

Grace didn't even turn around as she walked out of the room. "No sweat, Female Girardi. And by the way, the cheaters are in the second circle of hell."