"Fuck you, then, man," I snapped back, teeth clenched and taking a step back from him. He apologized and I shrugged. We could both pass apologies back and forth until we fucking collapsed, and it wouldn't make much of a difference.

"Just wait for the fucking car," I said to him, gesturing for the empty seat on the porch. Without another word, I slipped back inside, moving carefully through the house and into the kitchen.

I came back a few minutes later, setting a bottle of water down for him, within reach.