Austin has always been a man of rigid beliefs. You thought it would get better as your relationship went on, but he never got less deceptive. He would never make up his mind. He would turn you inside out and then want you outside in. He would spin you all around and then ask you not to spin. Well, you wanted to finally talk to him about that

Austin was sitting on the couch, cigarette in one hand, beer in the other. He heard the floorboards, turned, and stared at you directly in the eyes.