Section 2:

Washington looked astonished to see me and took him a few moments to collect his normally calm composure as he cleared his throat, appearing as if he was thinking of what would be proper to say. I look at him with an affixed glare as this was the natural response as have something about me that wants to attack him on the spot and a part of me that wants to be friends with him. Since both sides were fighting against each other, I only stood there and looked at him with crossed arms, looking up at him (as he was taller than I).

"Excuse me." Was the only thing he could say to me as I was in the way of him entering the tavern, looking straight into my eyes, being absolutely sincere in the way he looked and in the way he spoke. Being rude to him when he was obviously being very kind, also there were many people that could start a fuss if they saw that I was. I reluctantly stood back and proceeded to go at an empty table, where I kept my arms crossed, still having a fixed glare at him to sit across from me. Seeing my own self this way was not me, something else entirely, like something else was taking over and I was watching myself behave in such a manor. He sat down from across from me, placing his arms gently on the table, leaning forward. The more that he was in front of me, the more agitated I became and more glaring I would give, making my body tense up into a tight cramp.

"Well?" I rudely stated more than asked.

"I wanted to know how you are doing." He gave an awkward statement, giving me no room to carry a conversation (although, I was probably not helping at all in that). Washington was only giving me a look of sympathy, which I despised and wanted to spit on the ground. Something in just seeing him and "talking" to him only made me pissed off. I cannot place and I am sure I do want to. I am more than capable of finding out for myself but I am sure it would only make me into a fool and immature.

"I am doing fine. You?" Increasingly, Washington looked saddened to hear the lack of an enthusiastic response, giving more of a frown than the original fractured smile he was giving before to hopefully lighten the mood. Seeing him actually feel bad made me want to shout, but I refrained.

Where did this come from? Why should I even waste my time with a pathetic mad like this? He did nothing for me and why should I do anything for him? Were the only thoughts I could possibly think as my fingers curled into my sleeve, my jaw crushing against each other. Nevertheless, Washington did respond and looked as if this whole meeting was a bad idea, which it was; a horrible one, "That is very good to hear. I have not heard anything from you so long that I could only worry. It is very nice to see you, Connor."

Seeing his sympathy only made me nauseous, sick to my stomach. I couldn't handle this and it wasn't worth any of our time. I stood as this wasn't something I wanted, nor was I ready to handle this bullshit. Washington had other things in his mind as he boldly grabbed my sleeve and pulled my whole body back. The both of us were perplexed to what just happened but he seemed more surprised about it than I, to an unfortunate surprise. Glaring and holding my breath was the only thing I could reasonably do as there wasn't much in choice that I could do. He looked up at me with a completely depressed face, one I had never seen of him in any of the times of seeing him prior to this. Years ago I knew he was hard to read but today I see him as the person he is and can read everything about him so easily, as if he was telling me he was feeling with just his eyes.

"What is it you want?! This isn't worth my time!" I clearly shouted, making some people in the tavern aware of us. A few woman working at the tavern either grabbed or placed a glass down and left in a hurry as if a fight was about to start. A few men that weren't completely drunk looked at Washington, then at me, making me sit down as I do not like to cause a scene. I only grumble back into the seat I was in previously.

"I am glad to see you are staying after all." The statement only made me more ticked off as he gently let go of my sleeve, returning himself at his nervously calm state. My eyebrows came to such a glare my nose was starting to show creases. I wasn't sure why exactly I was mad but there was a strong grudge against him.

"It is none of your concern."

"Connor…"

"Well, what do you want from me? a chit-chat?!" I could only hear my voice coming back to a loud shout, increasing in volume with every word. "If you want to say sorry, forget about it! You are low and I should have let them killed you years ago as that is what you deserve so many years ago."

Washington could only whisper at me to be quiet.

"Don't tell me to be quiet! There is no reason for me to be!" I slammed the wooden table out of the way when I stood, then grabbing at Washington collar, ripping him forward, raising the other hand back in a tight curl. I couldn't stop. I knew it wouldn't help. It would help nothing. Everyone around us, even the stupid drunks stopped for even a second to see what was going on between the two of us.

One of the women from before must have told the man running the place to come and stop me from the slightest movement to get in a fight. He grabbed my hand and looked at me sharply, then at former Commander to leave immediately. I let go of him and was only disappointed in myself.