"YOU GOT A PROBLEM?"

      "An asshole and a pervert. Expected as such."

It's difficult to address the statement with the proper respect when he didn't know the situation, or the individual. What he did know, however, was that this stranger still thought of 'Marco'. "Someone I knew very well disregarded the one person who cared about him most until his dying breath. He remembered her at the last moment, and his regret was something that will always haunt me. And as someone who...well, let us say that dying--" he bites his tongue; perhaps it wasn't his place to continue. "Forgive me, I suppose I was thinking for her sake, and of those who are left to mourn. I apologize if I spoke out of turn."  

      "...Yeah, I can see why. I dislike the guy as much as you do, you know."

      "You would wanna, wouldn't you..."

"What? what's the problem? i'm not telling people my real name, you know i have issues with that"

"I DON'T KNOW JEAN, I GUESS THAT MUST BE MY NAME OR SOMETHING, NOT LIKE I CARE, JUST LIKE YOU SHOULDN'T CARE ABOUT PEOPLE CALLING YOU HORSE FACE. IT'S JUST A NAME!"

"That’s obviously a trick question." Blunt recognition of that pitfall brokers no compliance as she subverts the topic with an informed retort. "If I reply ‘yes’, then it implies that I have feelings for you. If I answer ‘no’, then it implies the same." Although his charming honesty begets her solemn respect, she doesn’t permit anything beyond such for the lack of vacancy in her heart. "No, it is not true because there isn’t anything to hold back."