Sweet? [Lars groans loudly, plopping his face in his hands.] God. [He takes a deep, angry breath, then continues walking towards their destination—albeit tensely.

Getting out of his selfish, panicked tizzy, though, Lars reflects on this information for a moment—then gives Sadie a suspicious glance, and a narrowing of his eyes.]

Kinda surprised he told you that stuff at all. Far as I know, he's not really into opening up about that—after all, no one really knew about our falling out... or our—[disgust face]—friendship.

He's got motives.