Okay, so it’s like you and steak, right. It’s like if I told somebody “Roderick really likes to eat steak”, ‘cause it’s just something you do and I don’t got any reason to think it’s a big deal. But then later I found out it was a big deal, and by telling somebody that you like steak, I was putting you and other people in a lot of danger.

I know that still doesn’t make sense. But I wouldn’t’ve said nothing if it seemed weird or big, and it didn’t. It just seemed like a normal thing that would never be important or a secret, and he never fucking told me it was or said I needed to keep quiet about it.

So I’m kinda mad at him about that. It was my fault, but I feel kinda like it was his fault, too. And he was so mad, and he ain’t never gonna forgive me now. He can be wonderful and kind and understanding, but he... he can be hard and cold, too, and I’m pretty sure if somebody messes up with him, he’s done with ‘em forever. He seems like that kind of person to me.