Big Salmon Lake wake up, sleepyhead, it's happening without you

It’s odd to see someone fighting against instinct like Ghost is, as if it’s worth doing so for him. It isn’t; never would be. He’s the sort that shouldn’t be important to any, yet Ghost has tried to make him family, given him a name, and somewhere to bum around at. He ought to be happy with just that.
He’s starting to realize his mistake in all this.
Fuck. Fuck feelings.
You can’t— He cuts off, correcting his tone a beat later; You shouldn’t force it. Let me pissed for awhile. I’m not angry with you as much as I am with myself.