"I know, I hate it," Atton said, nodding. "And I tell him so all the time. So there goes that theory."

This was a ridiculous argument. A we've-been-stuck-in-a-maze-or-an-apartment-level ridiculous argument.

"Maybe I just hate you, have you thought of that?"

Atton, you lived with him. If you actually hated him, that'd be a stunning display of self-hat-- well, okay, you were you.