Donte chimes in. “When you said you had decided you all were going to be like friends, that to me sounds like denial.” Doug nods. He wanted her back. He was denying his own feelings. “When you say ‘I’ve never been so drunk in my life’ that kinda sounds to me like blame. And you said she came at you—that’s kinda like blame again.” Blaming the liquor. Blaming her. Blaming everything and everyone but himself. Doug acknowledges that Donte is right.
