And i'll be over you.

Hal had always hated family gatherings. And the one to come was sure to be a doozy, all manner of aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparent and assorted siblings were due to be there all full of questions. 'Cross-interrogation' he had called it in his mind. The feeling that he needed to explain himself, to justify his existence, as if living on its own were not enough. He stood now in his apartment drinking a beer pondering what it would be like if he were to actually answer honestly to the question of 'what are you up to?' If he were to say 'Yeah actually i'm doing really horribly every day and I wake up every morning really depressed yet I force myself to work. I work a horrible job and on the side I sell weed which manages to compensate for the amount I smoke.' Something to just rock they're world to get them to think twice before they tried that again. Hal knew he was a contenious subject amongest most of his family, the subject of much speculation and myth. Part of it was because he seldom interacted with the vast majority of his extended family and part of it was his introverted nature. He only showed most people a certain portion of his nature until he could feel comfortable with them.