"It's not about them!" Kaden bit off the end of his words, realising that he was all but admitting it was about something. Augh - why? Why did everything always have to be about something? Why couldn't he just not want to do a thing and leave a room like a normal person who didn't require 'checking up on'? Why did things have to hit him so hard the only way to stop himself imploding was to take it out on the open doors around him? Why did Marcie even give a shit? Why did anyone give a shit? Kaden smacked himself in his head with the heel of his hand. Why couldn't his brain just shut up about everything?