Hate Me

"You should hate me." He spoke in a low tone, careful not to push the other man too far. Hazel eyes watched the other figure warily, and one large hand knotted in the fur of the dog that stood next to his side. "Why don't you hate me?" he croaked, finally becoming the focus of attention.

"Guess I'm weird like that," Brian shrugged as his thin lips quirked into a half smile.