[And just like that, Ken's fiery irritation blows out of him like air from a balloon -- he sighs, shoulders slumping, and nods defeatedly. He knew that, too.]

I'm not very good at being direct. I thought once or twice the only way to know would be to watch and come to conclusions myself.

Although, I was rude to him when we met at the forest, too. There was something I needed to do alone, but I think I owe him an apology for the way I did it.