Jake sighed as Matthew got angry. He walked toward him even as he walked to the water and kicked the sand. "Because I'm a friend, Canuck. Now, come on then, tell me. I missed drinks with a nice girl for this, so we might as well talk this out."<br/><br/>Jake grabs a lawn chair stacked near the door and pulls it up next to him, laying his jacket down on the it before pointing to it. "Not exactly a therapist's couch, but it's better than nothing, I guess. Don't make me treat you like my brother, when we were kids, I' keep punching him in the arm until he told me. And I'm tired. And frustrated. So this isn't the best time for that."