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Listening to Hope, Scott can feel frustration adding on top of everything else. There were things he wanted to say... things he wanted to respond to. There were words he wanted to yell at her to make her understand what he was feeling. He lets her finish talking though, only to have her walk away, heading inside.

Spinning on his heel, his eyes narrow. "Now who's the selfish one?" he hisses. "If you coming here is all for you, then be my guest, but leave me out of it from now on. If you can't even honor my one request, then so be it."

His jaw sets stubbornly, his hands clenching into fists inside his pockets. "You blame yourself for not doing enough? You know good and well that's not true. It's me and the Agency, not you, and I'll be hanged if I let myself believe that you're carrying that guilt around because I messed up again."

Pausing, he waits to see her eyes again. "If this is the way 'one of my best' relationships goes, then I don't have much to look forward to in a future. Stop trying to fix me and just let... me... be."