And his headache was getting worse just sitting on the sofa and listening to Alison. Not that she didn't have a point. She did. She had a lot of points, but it was automatic for Jason to just disregard whatever she had to say and right now? He did it easier than most. Their life was rough. All of it, he knew that just as much as she did. She could blame him for running off and avoiding but she did the exact same thing and that's what got her friends into deep shit. That was on her. Their family issues, well ... how could that be blamed on them? Ugh, he didn't even want to think about it.
He brought his hands to his face as he leaned forward as a way to cope with everything that was going on right that second. The last thing he needed was Ali telling him to sober up, to tell him to stop dating whoever he was dating.
"You do realize that I don't care," he told her, dropping his hands from his face. "And sometimes, I seriously wish you would stop bringing up the past. I don't care. I don't want to hear about it." Why the hell did she think he kept running for? He didn't want any association with it. He tried when Charlotte was here, but that was a mistake. Luckily she left and then he and Alison could go their separate ways. Even if that would never happen. There was not enough therapy in the world for the two of them, so finding ways to cope was the only way to go at this point.
"I just wish you would back off. Why pretend, Ali? Why should either of us have to pretend?" He asked, his eyes on her. He loved his sister. But beyond that - it was just too much. All of it was too much. And he knew he was wrong for it, but too much had happened and he didn't know how to get over it without burying it.