I don't know what is wrong with me....My hatred for H is just pouring from me...onto him. I can't stand to see him, look at him, or be anywhere around him. He came to ask me a question. I did not control myself. All of my hurt and anger came gushing out all over him like vomit.
He asked if I just needed to get it off my chest. I said, well yes I do. And out it came.
He wanted to know if I was still going to work with him on the D. I said, yes. The fact I hate you will not change that.
I'm not sure that qualifies as leaving a door cracked.