Parker's expression darkened, insulted, and somewhat frustrated. He leaned against the bar, blocking Jocun from conversation. If he wanted to say anything, he'd have to speak over Parker's shoulder. He looks straight at her and says, "Hey, you want apathy and solitude, you go somewhere else. You don't go to a bar to get away from people. You especially don't go to a place potentially full of Humans and expect no one to care about you. There are enough people here that have either come to like you or help you in some other fashion, that you know what you get when you come here. We're not just going to sit here and let you stew in your self-loathing.
"No, you don't need sympathy; but it's given freely to help soften the pain. I never said you needed therapy. I said you would do well to have a positive influence rather than constant opposition; and I only meant shooting stuff felt good. It helps you work through the **** stored in your head. Envisioning the destruction of those things that hurt you. What is left for you other than to try to recover and move on? Focusing on your future rather than your past. I spent the better part of a year trying to get back here to a woman I thought loved me. When I finally get here, she was excited to see me; but afterward seemed to ignore me. I haven't seen her since. Do you see me skulking around? No. I focus on what's next. You need to get out of your head and look at what's in front of you; not what's behind you."
