“Yeah.” My voice is raspy. “I do.” Doug raises his eyebrows, not saying anything. Letting me put the pieces together. “I could open up to them more. And listen before lashing out.” He sips his beer. “Why do you think you get angry at them?” “Because I care about what they think.” But it’s not just that. “And it’s a defense mechanism. If I push them away now, it’ll be easier when I have to leave.” “But do you? Have to leave, that is?”
