[ It’s on the tip of his tongue to snap back with I guess I’m not the guy you thought I was, huh? but somehow he manages to redirect the ire that drives it enough to keep silent. He isn’t angry at him. He’s pissing him off, saying things that rake too hard over already bleeding wounds, but it isn’t his fault. Deep down, he knows that.

Neither one of them are at fault for this. ]

I don’t know how long you’ve been dealing with this, but I just got here. So sorry if finding out that my whole life belongs to someone else doesn’t fit into your schedule.

[ It comes out sharper than he thinks it should and he shakes his head, giving up and heading back toward his—back toward the suit. He’s too raw. Too exposed. Too vulnerable like this. ]

I said I’d help you. I meant it. But if you want to wait until my little problems don’t have to affect you anymore, that’s fine too.