He shook his head at those words, running a hand through his hair, looking a bit smug, though it was mostly a facade. He let out a chuckle that sounded cold, but was nervous.
He raised a brow and shook his head. "I'm sorry you feel that way. And saddling me with that burden that is yours alone isn't going to do you any favors. It only makes you wish you didn't hate me, because it's not me you hate, it's what I represent to you. But you know..." He blinked and shook his head once again, leaning against the door and crossing his arms, crossing one ankle over another.
"I think you can. I think you can get over it. You don't want to because it's comfortable for you. It's normal. It's your comfort zone and your security blanket. You might be a complete jerk, but you're not stupid on top of it. You've got that up on me. If I can do it, you can do it, too. Just don't let someone die before you do it. Don't let it be someone's wish on their deathbed. Or that will eat you up inside until you die. I would offer my help if you'd take it. I would help you through it if you'd let me. But I'm the problem. In a few days, I'll be married. I'll be taking my wife on a honeymoon that will last two weeks. If you're not resolved to fix it in yourself and make this end by then, then I'll retire, and my young self will take my place in the band, and you'll be free of me."
He chuckled, "But I don't think it'll come to that. You bounce back. You always have. And that's strength. Strength isn't shutting off or shutting down. That is what I do. It's being able to get through that pain and starting again until you get it right."