Are you--are you fucking serious? 'Making a friend'--fuck off. Yeah, Raylan, this is my first day of Kindergarten and I held hands with the bible thumper and we spent all recess climbing on the monkey bars.

[ He downs the rest of his drink in response. He's getting defensive, and he can feel it. ]

This is the same guy that broke my nose, so duhh, I'm a little suspicious that hanging out with him doesn't involve him telling me how my brother killed himself 'cause of me or whatever. So I figure you can go out do your weird little cowboy warden thing and wave your feminine hips around, dig into his shit, and then tell me all about him so I can plan accordingly. Him him, not the college him, where we were friends.

[ The thought that they maybe are falling into old patterns because of their time in the previous flood has barely occurred to him. Or if it has, he's already buried it down deep. ]

I don't... hate it. But I want to cover my ass.