There are a lot of heavy conversations I've had when I thought no one was listening. Once, when I was living with Michael and Heidi I took a call from my mom. We were two hours away from each other and pissed off, so we verbally abused one another over the phone - the whole time, Mike and Heidi were in a room above me and could hear me down below, stalking around like a bat out of hell. I'm not normally an angry or aggressive person, but if I'm emotionally invested in what's going on, I don't care who's within earshot.
The guy, the one from outside: he went back into his apartment. I heard his sliding screen door shut just a second ago. He's probably livid at the fact that he royally screwed up by gettin' it on with another girl...
And of course, he probably doesn't think it's his fault.
