"I don't want friends," he said, honestly. "I want to leave."
He didn't even care about going home. Another base would be fine. "She's even on my team. I opened my door a crack and saw her going right next door. I have to get out of here."
And she'd left him. He'd come back to an empty motel room. He'd been left. And now she was hitting him, like it was his fault. "I don't want to make friends. I want to leave."