Redhawk Caldera woke up feeling like a new james dean.

Wait a second.  He was blaming this on her?!  Ohhh bud.  Ohhhh.

Not to COME WITH YOU?!  I had to fucking hunt you down to even find out you were leaving, you asshole!  Did he not remember?  Or did he just assume that she'd follow, like some sort of tagalong, and he didn't even need to bother asking?  Because holy shit was that ever not the case.  She'd drop dead before she let that be the case.

I didn't know that.  I know your an idiot, Penn, but I can't read minds.  You're the one that chose being a fucking baby about things over me, and my family are the ones who came back and found me and made sure I was okay.  Because unlike you, they actually give a damn.  How could she have ever even considered, for a second, choosing Penn over them?  The first time she'd left, she'd been willing to write the entire group of them off for him.  God, what an ungrateful bitch.

I thought you were the one friend I had who I didn't have to worry about, because I thought we knew we could tell each other.  Even if we couldn't tell anyone else.  Fuck me, I guess.  Obviously they were both idiots.  But she wasn't about to give him any ground, not when he hadn't said a damn word.  And not when this was his second time leaving her in the dust to guess at why, despite her always trying her best to make sure he knew she was there.