Not because the joke was funny.
Because uncomfortable people often laugh when cruelty arrives disguised as humor.
I felt my face burn instantly.
Beside me, Jordan simply squeezed my hand gently under the table.
“Don’t let it ruin the night,” he whispered softly.
That was Jordan.
Calm.
Steady.
So used to being mocked that he learned how to survive humiliation without visibly reacting to it.
And somehow that broke my heart even more.