Everything Rez yelled, shot back, it was all painfully true. Fisher knew it, and the expression on his face gave away that he knew it. And maybe he should have walked away then, should have done what he always did and just left, let the mess stand where it was, not look back and just find a new life with new people and fall into the same old circumstance. But he didn't. He wanted to be different, and maybe that meant fighting back even when it wasn't the best idea to do so.
"Oh what the fuck do you know?" he snapped. "Yeah, fine, I'm know I'm an asshole and I know that I'm a chicken shit little dick who runs from anything good that happens to him. But what about you? When have you ever been brave? You clung on to Dizzy when you knew damn well she was always gonna pick drugs over you, and you never bothered to let Peyton know how you felt until she'd found someone else to love, and you knew that I was in love with James and you let yourself fall for me anyway! You did nothing to deter it and you know how fucking... stupidly stuck on him I am! So you can stand there, and act like you've got your shit together and that you're at least trying, but you're not fucking trying, Rez. You're hanging on to people who can't love you back because that way you can at least convince yourself that it's everyone else rejecting you, that you're doing your best. Well no one else is buying it. You're a coward and you subject yourself to shit over and over, and if you decide to tell me to fuck off, then good! I'll be proud of you! At least you'll be doing something good for yourself FOR ONCE!"