"I'm not being defensive," he protested. "I was stating facts, facts that you like so much and that makes me a defensive ass? Fact: I've only said it once. Fact: I've heard it time and time again. Fact: we spent less and less time together since the rape. Fact: We've even spent less time together in the past five months unless you count training. How does any of that make me a defensive ass?"
Derek sighed. "I'm not the one arguing here and I wasn't being a jerk. Fuck, I've done everything you want. Minus the horses, because that's just stupid. We've done everything you think is nice, what else do you want?" No one had asked him if this trip was nice, if this day was nice, or if the party tomorrow was nice. No one cared about his opinion on the matter, and then got all prissy when he didn't share their concept of nice.
He leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Do you know what I think? You, like John, have decided what I should enjoy myself, and get annoyed when my opinion of what's enjoyable isn't what you consider appropriate. Seriously, did any of you really think that this is a place where I'd enjoy myself?" He snorted. "I'm not the jerk, and I had plenty of reason to be." He also didn't care enough to be a jerk. None of the things he'd mentioned were really worth getting angry over.