"If getting used to this place means lowering your guard around Dark Wizards, then I hope I fucking never get used to being here," growled Moody. He then glared at Tonks suspiciously and asked, "A shrink?" He then laughed. "Fuck. Those boys have a sense of humor, don't they? Reckoned you knew me better, Tonks... I don't need to talk to anybody."
The rugged individual he was, he rarely showed any emotion besides his gruff exterior besides his anger. And this included never discussing his problems. He'd deal with his shit himself. Discussing them with somebody was showing your weakness.
"Got two jobs," he explained, pausing to take a sip from his glass. "Quidditch referee and Village Kickboxer. Don't know a lick about kickboxing, but I sure as hell know how to kick people's asses. And that's what I intend to do."