It's hard for someone who wears their heart on their sleeve to appreciate how hard it is to admit to things, sometimes.

Athessa stops a few steps past noticing his arrest. Her fists are still clenched at her sides, short nails digging into her palms. If only that tavern brawl hadn't been broken up so quickly.

"If you'll forgive the offense caused by speaking of myself," she seethes, "I am sick and fucking tired of being lied to and made to feel stupid for trusting you. I offered you comfort, and you came looking for drugs. I listen to you, and you tell me I'm foolish for believing you. You tell me to be kind to Lexie, then insult her to my face and get mad at me when I call upon someone I know to be a better friend to you than I. You say you want me to show interest, then call me self-centered for trying to relate to your story.

You make it really hard to be your friend, Byerly. If all you want to do is talk about yourself, the wall is right fucking there. I'm going to Colin's."

She keeps walking.