Heron Lake Plateau Down in the Valley

Holy shit, where the hell did this come from? Once again, she was taking every damn word that came from his mouth as a personal insult, and he was starting to get fed up as well.  "I didn't fucking mean it like that, but alright.  Obviously my being honest doesn't fly well with you, and I'm not gonna lie to your face.  So I won't bother you."  He shrugged... okay.  It was a load off then to know that was how she wanted it.  If she didn't expect anything from him, then he wasn't gonna bother trying.

He'd been trying to explain, to say that he knew it was partially his fault.  But once again, communication broke down, and her tone was enough to shut down any desire in him to push the issue.  He was done for now, and since he didn't know what the fuck the word she'd just said meant (Terro? The shit was that?) avoiding her was probably his best bet.  "Good luck with any new faces if this is how you deal with people who aren't used to you.  It's not a one way street you know."  That was the last thing he'd say before he turned away to leave.