[ William threw the coat on the ground, where it more-or-less blended in seamlessly with the fresh snow. Childish, yes, but he'd never made much of an effort to curb such behaviors. ]

Choose something better! Why should I leave her for someone who lies to me, Al? [ A faint, unstable quaver underscored his voice as he added— ] Why should I be friends with someone who lies to me? Someone who apparently doesn't care if I have to bury him!

[ You know how my mother died. You know how she died, and you're still doing this to me. ]