"I insulted your... friend. He was a guest. It wasn't cool." And yeah, that was the line he crossed and the only line he was willing to admit he crossed. Everything else, that wasn't on him, that was just -- the awkwardness of this situation. "Bobby and dad, they raised us better than that. You don't talk about someone when they're a guest. It's rude. I was just exhausted, I had a long day."

And that was why he was a rude asshole. He snorted in a small laugh, feeling awkward now he had even attempted to apologies and Sam was questioning it. "I mean, you gotta cut me some slack here, Sammy. I think his pants alone give me some right to rant a little. I mean, Jesus. Who comes to South Dakota in winter dressed like that?" The designer shirt, the tight jeans and God, the fucking awful hair. "I was expecting gay but not that kind of gay."