Rhodes is a strong, opinionated man. And I'm sure he can convince anyone to believe anything, the way he has convinced me he cares so many times over the last few weeks.
"Because there are certain people who you don't want to piss off. Lenny and Boyce are those people." He's scared of them?
"Bad for business?" I can't help the snarky remark that falls from my lips. He rolls his eyes at me but doesn't tell me I'm wrong, so maybe I'm right. He would rather that his business be in good standing than tell people how he actually feels about them. What does that say about our relationship?
"Were you lying? About when you were a kid?" he asks me quietly after a few moments. I widen my eyes.
"Why the fuck would I make that up?" I snap back to him. He probably thinks I made it up to get sympathy from the table, to turn everyone there against these men. He shrugs his shoulders.
"I didn't know that about you," he mumbles softly.
"I only told you to follow the contract because you were nervous and you didn't know how to act. I was trying to help!" He raises his voice microscopically; I can see the tense strain in his shoulders from here. Don't worry, Rhodes, I'm frustrated too.
"You could have said 'be yourself,' or I don't know, tried to comfort me like a real boyfriend would. But I guess you aren't really my real boyfriend, huh?" I say exasperatedly. He seems taken aback; I'm not sure which point he so badly disagrees with.