"No," Tad said, with more authority and confidence than he'd ever answered a yes-or-no question. "I don't know anything about being you, Avery, just like you really know nothing about me. I only know what you show the rest of us. And if you hadn't started this little sharing session with the tone of an inquisition, I wouldn't be quite so bleeding angry about this." He was getting too worked up. Things were boiling to the surface that he just started to blurt out. "And I hate when people whinge about how miserable their life is, like the rest of us don't have problems. And I hate being called out for the daft shit I say. And I hate... the woods in the summer. And... I need to lie down..."
He got up and stomped off, faster than Avery would be able to follow.