... I did when I blew up at him. [He just sort of. Half hugs him now. Cause he feel like an idiot.]

I try not to let what they say get to me, especially when they don't know. I really try to give the benefit of the doubt but... I'm just... god, I don't know. [He actually does. It's like he clams up, and puts a shield around himself so nothing else can hurt him, accidental or not. It's childish and he knows it, but he's sick of being hurt like that.] I'm just an idiot who needs to learn to just... not get hurt by this shit.