Frustrated, Aaron threw his arms up--quite vigorously--and paced several feet in a random direction before turning back. "Look," he said, finally, stabbing a finger in the air in Shiloh's general direction, "I can take care of myself." Emphasizing the last word of that sentence made him feel better. "This is just kind of temporary while I figure... stuff out. I don't need you giving me advice on how to deal with girls or any of that. I don't need a mom, okay, I did fine without one for eighteen years."