"You know, I hate that you've forced me to dislike a really nice person."
"What?"
"Dee. She's really nice. I wish you hadn't made me hate her."
"I'm not responsible for who you hate Kara. We established that eight years ago when you clocked Shawn Forlen in that idiotic bar fight. I told you he was a good guy, but you wouldn't listen. Do you remember what you said? If not, I'll remind you, in the interest of truth and justice. You said, and I quote, 'Shut the frak up Lee. I don't like that motherfrakker, and its not any of your frakking business who I hate and why. So just leave it the frak alone. Frak!' You know, come to think of it, you're remarkably clear-voiced when you're drunk. You don't mumble at all. I appreciate that about you. It makes hearing your crazy drunk-talk easy. Understanding it, of course, remains tragically out of reach.
"Really classy Lee, trash-talking me by bringing up drunken ramblings. Low. Besides, you know what I meant, if you had married some troll with manners to match, I wouldn't feel guilty for despising her. Really, as my friend, that would have been the considerate thing to do."
"How about you. You married Sam, and some people, not me, mind you, but some people, describe him as nice. You made me hate him. A lot. So I feel, and I think you'll agree with me on this point, that we're even on that score."
"I can see where you might think that, but no."
"I'm sure some logic will be forthcoming?..."
"There is no even between us Lee, there never will be. Even means you can move on." Wicked smile. " I will give you one point though"
"Oh? And what would that be?"
"Shawn was a good guy. Very good."
Sigh.
He had made her pay for that, as much as he could...with the restrictions he had placed on himself with this...thing. 'That's a really great compromise Lee, I'm sure it will make Ana feel great when she finds out. Assuming she doesn't already frakking know.' 'No honey, I didn't frak her, I just really, really wanted to, that's all. It's nothing. Less than nothing. How about we go to bed huh?'.
"Dad's going to have to scrape the walls for weeks to have enough of me to put in a box."
The worst part though was that he was aching to tell the truth. To everyone. Not just because he hated all the lies, but mostly because, just like the first time, he wanted to shout it to the skies.
