[ Rafa had in fact been preparing to speak to the subject of Aric, but then Kavinsky derails him. Kavinsky is remarkably good at that. He doesn't even seem to have to try very hard. ]

So that is what Dick thought of me.

[ It's not, most likely. Kavinsky also has a way of twisting things to make them sound worse than they are. Rafa knows it, but it still heats his blood to know they were in some way talking about him. Why were they talking about him? He'd love to know, and doesn't want to ask. ]

Well, that is charming. I do not feel bad for Aric, I feel for you.

[ He pushes a swift hand through his hair, and hauls the car through an unreasonably sharp and jarring turn. ]

There you are, wanting so badly to be the one someone loves, and there he is giving it to you and you leave him for someone still grieving over another. I do not understand you.

Did you hate Aric? Is that what it was?