Secrets

What’s your issue today?

Nothing.

That’s a whole lot of nothing troubling you, isn’t it?

My business, man. Don’t want to burden you.

Burden, my tush. You know I’d do anything for you, right?

Just drop it. Doesn’t matter.

If it matters to you, it matters to me.

Let it go.

Just tell me. If it’s big enough to punch a jerk for…

No. And that grade A douche deserved it.

I mean, I agree, but why not, man? I’m here for you.

‘Cause I can’t do that to you.

I’m asking! So, what you tell me is my fault: Guilt Free!

Let it Go!

Dude, Just tell me! It’s obviously bugging you!

I said No!

I am trying to help you out here! Why the hell not?

Keeps you out and away of my shit.

Naw, man. You’re just keeping everyone who cares out of arms reach. You think it’s safe, but it hurts more…

You would hate me if I told you…

Highly unlikely, mon cher.

Fine, I hate you. I hate you because I can’t hate you. And it’s killing me.

Gee, Thanks.

It’s not like that.

How is it then?

I like you.

Could have just said so, dipshit.