[ There's a quiet nod, the silence lengthened out longer for a while in that chill between them, Red's arms coming to fold in front of himself. ]

...I don't hate him. [ Scared of in a complicated manner, but hate had only been reserved for one single person more personal to Red. ] ...but it's not as simple as that.

And it's supposed to be a good time. [ He says, then exhales sharply through his nose, closing his eyes briefly. ] I don't want anything getting complicated because of me.