That's not friendship, that's charity for a lesser being.

[his own words struck him cold. He'd meant it to get a dig in but something... something twitched in him that made a sudden surge of self-loathing flood his heart. Maybe the line wasn't so thin. Maybe it was something he couldn't run away from...

He knocks away the punch without thinking and shakes his head]

Whatever. I don't have time for you. Get lost or don't I have things to do.

[and he goes to pick up the guitar again, a little shaken]