You're A Mess, Tangled With Your Confidence

Headache

"How much farther?"
"Not long." I rolled my eyes.
"You said that last time."
"Shush, I know where I'm going." I picked up a pebble from the path, smirking and throwing it at him. It hit his shoulder and he glimpsed at me.
"Seriously man?" I just chuckled and he continued. I didn't know what time it was but the sun was still out. It felt like hours. The heat began to effect me, making my forehead glisten with sweat. I wiped it off with my forearm as we trekked on. Not too long he finally stopped, sneaking a smile to me.
"We have arrived." He wore his hoodie tied around his waist due to the weather and his skin now held a faint sun kissed tint.
"Finally. Bullocks, that was longer than what I expected." He scoffed while ducking under a tree branch in a direction straying from the path.
"What is it you wanted me to see?" I had spoken too soon. We had come across a slow running river, different arrangements of boulders and plant life on the sides. I could hear the different types of animals and reflexively reached for my guns, that I didn't have. He noticed this and raised an eyebrow.
"How long did you actually live in the wild?" He took a seat on a nearby boulder while I gave a sheepish laugh.
"My entire life? Is it obvious?" his smile widened, deepening the dimples present on his face. I stiffened slightly, nervousness coming from the weight of his gaze.
"Very." I missed my guns. I remembered they were in my room, hanging on a coat hook next to my bed. My favorite black holster held my pistols. They were my favorite of all my weaponry. They were 2.0 caliber, made with stainless steel and engraved with my initials on the handles. I frowned slightly at the realization I couldn't hunt right now. It was the perfect setting. I noticed a cave in the side of a nearby wall of rock.  My eyes traveled upward, seeing that it was in the base of a large cliff. I had to ask.
"How do you know where this is?" He skipped a rock in the water which cause small ripples before acknowledging my question.
"I wander a lot. Sometimes you just need. . . Space." His tone was unreadable and almost numb.
"You okay, chum?" He skipped another rock while speaking.
"I'm fine. Just thinking." Hmm.
"Alrighty then." He snorted at this and looked towards the sky, studying the overall position of the sun.
"We should go soon." I gave a groan of annoyance. We had literally just gotten here! He gave a soft laugh as he dropped the small amount of pebbles in his hand.
"I know, I know. But we can come back. Probably this weekend or something." I instantly thought about the memory loss when I had hung out with Dirk for a long span of time. Would it happen again? Did I want to risk it? He had gotten back on his feet when I couldn't help but mention something I thought from earlier. It was about the portrait.
"So, Dirk."
"Yeah?"
"About that painting. The one you told me to meet you at. Who were those people?" He seemed suddenly out of place, brushing past me to start trekking the path once more. Okay?
"Uh. . . Would you believe me if I said I had no clue?" I raised an eyebrow before following.
"No, not at all." He cursed under his breath and let out an awkward sigh.
"They're just. . . Important aristocrats, you could say. Two separate households during the 1800's. They referred to themselves as the 'Latebros' and 'Honoratus' clans. That can be a word to describe it I guess. Clans. But all in all they were families. Two separate families." I stopped in my tracks, staring at him with partial shock. I wasn't expecting a history lesson.
"Wait. How much do you know about those people?" He noticed how far I was from him and slowed to a stop while facing me.
"What do you mean?" I wanted to flip a table.
"You seem to know a lot about them. What is your knowledge range of how much you know factually about them?" He averted his eyes and seemed in a hurry to leave.
". . . Everything." He began walking again while I tried wrapping my head around this. Why are they that important to him? I reluctantly began to catch up with his semi-fast pace.
"Why are you acting like you committed a crime?" He slowed his pace but not by much.
"Am I? I just realized that I don't have long to get you home on time. Unless you want to get in trouble." I bit back my argument. He was right.
"What about those families is important?"
"Bloodlines." That only raised more questions. My head was starting to ache. I'm beginning to get sick of all these vague answers. I frowned, confused at myself. That was sort of douchey. At this point I just wanted to go home. I needed to get home. At this rate I'd end up doing or saying something regrettable. For the first time, maybe ever, I felt claustrophobic in the wilderness. You're just tired. We continued to walk in silence. I'd ask him more when I wasn't in a bad mood.