"You hate me."

"Right." I love you.

"You want me to leave."

"Yes." Please stay.

"Don't be a stubborn bastard."

"I'm not." I'm sorry.

"Fine."

"Fine." No, no, no. I'm an idiot. Forgive me.

I stare at my feet, protected by dark green socks. The door slams, and I look up.

He's gone.