"You heard me," Sor murmured. "I can't see him being less of a douchebag. I was talking to this girl who knows me from the future - not the wuss me, but me and she said that I was an asshole. And she was nice. She had no reason to be. And I don't want to cry over everything like the other me, but I don't - " He sighed. "And he's so mean to you and it makes me so mad I hurt my hand again." He moved to unwrap his hand from the gauze to check on his cuts.