"It's not my problem if you don't like the version of me that makes me happy," he said in reply. "You're going to have to get over it."
The fog bank swept across the water, leaving you and Rex alone in a world of white. Surely if there was a hell, this would be your corner of it: you and Rex trapped together in a universe full of nothingness with only each other for company.
"Maybe if you were more likable we wouldn't have had this problem in the first place," Rex said, his voice nervous as his eyes scanned the obscured horizon. "You didn't even give me the option of staying friends with you. I'm surprised Addy, Anuja, and Diego are still friends with you."
You weren't quite home yet, so saying something to further aggravate him would have been potentially risky.