Redhawk Caldera woke up feeling like a new james dean.

"Yes," Penn answered promptly, his eyes narrowing. The words My parents died there, y'know, hovered on the tip of his tongue, but he bit them back. He was already being more vulnerable than he was comfortable with without getting into all of that mess. Besides, part of him was just plain offended that she couldn't have figured it out herself just what being in that place had meant for him. Had she even tried to see it from his point of view?

Not that he'd ever done her the same courtesy, but y'know.

"I didn't give a shit??" he asked, bringing himself onto all fours to glare at her, "You ever stop and think how shitty it was of you to not come with me? To ignore me the whole time we were at the Copse? To even make me go there in the first place? I never wanted to see that fuckin' forest again, and you knew that, but I went because you wanted to. I gave you time with your family and at the end of the day, you chose them over me. Don't talk to me about not giving a shit when you're the one that never gave one."

He hadn't meant to get angry, but apparently he wasn't quite as ready to let bygones be bygones as he'd thought. Though to be fair, if she hadn't started yelling, he wouldn't have either. So once again, this was all totally her fault.