"What makes you think I don't know how to work on it myself," he asked, rolling his eyes. "I spent years taking off from this town, coming back in time for the moon. Do you think I paid a mechanic every time something went wrong," he asked. "Please. You know so little about me but you think you know so much."

He shook his head. "Derek, you were a child when you knew me. You know the man I am, not who I was."