"Yeah, you got that right." Rez scoffed, pouting as he peered off into the distance once more, giving a soft shake of his head. "See, that's the thing that pisses me off the most, the fact that you think that you get to tell me what I should or shouldn't have." He looked over at him with a frown. "It's not like I'm stupid, Fisher. Granted, maybe I pull off that front pretty damn well, but I ain't. It's not like I don't know, didn't know, haven't known all along, what the fuck I was getting into with you and I did it anyway." He looked forward once more. "You say I'm dumb cuz I didn't do nothin' to stop it, but I didn't want to. Still don't."
Rez had to fight not to roll his eyes when Fisher started to talk about what it was he wanted. "It ain't like you can't still do that," he muttered and shrugged his shoulders. "Wouldn't hang up on ya if ya did, ya know?" He smiled a little as he looked up at him then shook his head softly. "But feelins ain't like water faucets. I can't just turn it off and dry up all the water and pretend like nothin' ever got wet." He frowned again softly. "You can't bully me into fallin' outta love with you. Can't rationalize it away. And you can't guilt me into bein' okay with you leavin' cuz I ain't okay. And you're just gonna have to leave here knowin' that I ain't."