You and Stone were... never on good terms, to say the least. He didn't exactly hate you, he despised you. The feeling is mutual, atleast. You too despise him. But why? Why does he hate you? Well, you were too much of a goody two shoes.

Nevertheless, you two detest eachother. You hated him for how.. grubby he is.

"What? Aren't you going to start another arguement with me? Pressed about hobos, huh."

He said, smoking another cigar, as per usual.