[No, no, not the tears. Anything but the fucking tears. He can already feel his hackles rising, and he knows the next thing out of his mouth will be bad before he even speaks.]

So leave. Stop acting like I'm still some little kid who'll lose his shit over it and go find what you want. If I'm not enough without some stupid fucking title attached to me, then get out.

[Drive them away and make it sound like it's their fault. Always Plan B when walking away won't do.]