"At least if he hated you it'd feel... earned, I suppose, quantifiable- or at least fitting, all else being the same." Which isn't a judgement, just... recognition. "But- just not liking you feels like a personal fucking failing."

He scuffs his heel, dislodging a rock to kick into the river. "Is he the kind of prick to say it to your face, or he's just obvious about it?"