"Jameson, wait!" She chased after him. "What the hell!?"

Why was he being so weird, suddenly? This was so unlike him. Usually, he was cool. Or uncool, and average, which was okay in its own way. Or normal. As opposed to abnormal, which is what this was, what with the running to the steps and saying something was a terrible idea. She really couldn't follow his logic. He'd been trying to help her, hadn't he? So how could that ever have been bad?

"Slow. Down!" Not that he was running for the hills, or anything. He wasn't even walking that far. The back step was right. There. This situation was weird.

"This was a terrible idea." Jameson repeated, and now that he had thought about it, sweat was beading on his forehead. This had been a terrible idea.

Ami wanted him to stop, and he did...once he was out of the house and on the steps leading out of the back of the house.

"A terrible idea." He repeated, looking at her. "And what the hell right back at you."

She was being aloof, and making jokes, and he was being useless.

"What are you so mad about?" Amelia snapped. What the hell? She just didn't understand men sometimes. How was it something so base and primitive rarely made any sense? "Jameson, I just don't understand."

Was he mad he'd come to rescue her and she hadn't been helpless?

Was he mad he'd gotten in trouble with his parents?

Was he mad about the riots? About the guy she'd floored? That she hadn't called him back? There was plenty to be mad about. He needed to be more specific!