"Alright, stop." I halted in the middle of the boardwalk with a scowl, one hand held up like a more pissed off Diana Ross. "Just fucking stop. You are perilously close to entering Sookie Stackhouse territory. There is a reason she's with Mitchell instead of me, and this right here is it. I do not need you worrying about my fucking happiness or trying to fix me. I am as good as I'm ever going to get and I am fine with that. I'm not crying into my fucking pillow every night over the state of my life. Got it?"