Pyro-tized

He grabs a twig and pokes methodically at the fire.  “She cares for you but you resent it.  Why not just enjoy her affection for what it is worth?”
“What is it worth?”
Inky lays down on his jacket and wiggles his toes towards the warmth.   “What is the effort of pushing her away worth?”
You look for some intact chips among the remnants at the bottom of the bag.  “Self determination.  Give the wrong people a chance and they'll flood you with their bullshit.”  You pull the bag out of the box and dump the crumbs into your mouth.  Seeing some dust still gathered at the bottom, you turn the bag over the fire and watch flames flash briefly.
“And the right people?  What do they give you?”
You toss the cardboard box into the fire.  It rests for a moment, untouched.  Then the  smoke comes from underneath and out the ends.  Finally, the container blossoms and is consumed by fire.  “More bullshit.. but bullshit that matches the bullshit I already enjoy.”