Going with Rex was the most efficient course of action. It would have been silly to let any residual anxiety get in the way of that. The sooner you got home, the sooner you could crawl into bed.
In the distance, the trees pierced through the fog, but beyond them all was white.
It was silent for the first minutes of the trip. Rex was the one who broke that silence.
"Ashley broke up with me, you know. Two days ago. Did you have something to do with that?"
"What? No. Of course not." You hadn't even realized they weren't together anymore, though it certainly explained a lot.
"Because I know you love to talk about me and spout a bunch of crap behind my back. I don't understand why you have to be that way. What's your issue with me?" he asked. "Why are you so determined to make sure everyone knows you hate my guts? Never mind, don't answer that. I know what you'd say. That I'm a trash person who's shallow and self-serving. That I ditched you all for cooler friends. It's not true though. You pushed me away as soon as I started hanging out with other people. You were the one who wanted to get rid of me."
That wasn't true. Both of you knew it, even if he wouldn't admit it.