Rick rubbed at his forehead and looked up at the ceiling, as if there might be some answer written up there. He did not have the brain function to be dealing with this right now, when he hadn't even gotten out of bed yet. "You're insane," he said simply. He didn't even try to hide his irritation. "You're completely out of your mind."
He sat up as well, facing her and bracing his arm against the headboard behind her. There was no way in hell he was going to let her to say something like that and then run off. "Just giving up is definitely a good idea. Because that can't possibly make things worse." Sarcasm, the last refuge of scoundrels and idiots everywhere. He tried to come up with something more coherent and more helpful to say, other than pointing out that she was being a moron. "This 'it', this 'this' that we keep talking about, that's gonna get fucked up? Esta cosa, thing, whatever... that's us, and it ain't nothing."
The idea of just dropping all of this, whatever it was, pissed him off more than he ever would have expected. Maybe she didn't want things to be awkward, but he was prepared to be extremely stubborn about this. He didn't like losing, and he didn't like giving up, and frankly neither did Allan, so at least they were in agreement on that point. Somehow. "If you want to get rid of me you're going to have to do better than that."