[ How defensive he gets reminds Rose of, well. Of her. How she'd snap at anyone who tried to speak ill of Charlie, how she probably would still even knowing everything she does. Now though it'd likely be more out of respect for the dead than respect for him as a person. He was everything to her for such a long time; he made her smile, laugh, and feel alive for the first time since Roxanne. She did write songs about Charlie.

But he was also a terrible fucking person who let his hatred burn him alive from the inside out and take Rose with it. It'd cost him his life and, by extension, hers.

It's not the same situation, not by a long shot, but in that context... Rose can understand why he's so unhappy with her right now. She still doesn't think he's right necessarily. It's entirely possible that this person is hurting him, is bad for him, but. She's not going to keep trying to say so. That'll be for Zeke to learn, hopefully not as she had. ]

Alright, [ she finally says. ] I'll lay off it.

I barely know you though, dude. Don't go punching people over them dissing me. It's usually pretty justified if they do.

[ He'd just seen what an opinionated person she could be, after all. ]