"Don't think they do that. And if they do, they just don't know better. I ain't good at any of that crap." Relationships, love, feelings. He supposed he could relate to what Michael had just said. He didn't want anyone to love him either. Hurt too much when he inevitably fucked it up. Destroyed it.

He slowed the car down as they approached the scrap yard, turning into his usual parking spot. "Just promise me you'll aim higher than that idjit at least, from now on. Get someone who looks like he can bring it."