"I know, I know." Jim runs his hands through his hair and leans back in his chair. "All right, here's the thing. I'll be honest. When I came here I told myself I was going to try to be less standoffish and cranky, because that was half the reason I had no friends to speak of by the time I left Tennessee. So what do I do, I get here, I get a job, and then proceed to piss off my co-workers and lose a boyfriend so thoroughly he leaves town. I'm trying to turn this thing around while I still can. I like my privacy, God knows, but I'm on speaking terms with one person in this entire place, so if there's a chance I can fix my own mess by patching it up with alcohol and pie, by God I'm going to try."