(This is some fun writing from Season 1 of Longmire. Sometimes friends have to be brutally honest with each other, and maybe fight a little.)
Walt is working on a case involving a a hotshot cattle prod, and sets it down on Henry’s bar counter.
Walt: “I need you to shock me.”
“I need you to use that hotshot on me.”
“No,” Henry says as he keeps working behind the bar.
“It is insane. Stop it.”
“Stop what? I’m just trying to solve a crime.”
“No. You are punishing yourself,” Henry says, still moving back and forth behind the bar, working.
“No I’m not.”
Henry stops working. “Walt ... you are alive. She is not. That sucks. But it is what it is.”
“I hate that phrase,” Walt says with an uncomfortable half-smile. “Never use that phrase with me again, ‘It is what it is.’”
“Of course you hate the phrase. It means you are powerless. But my friend ... it is what it is.”
“It is what it is.”
The two men stare at each other across the bar.
“You are so very serious,” Henry says. “You used to be fun. Sort of.”
“You used to be not such a sanctimonious, self-important judgmental prick.”
Henry picks up the hotshot and zaps Walt, who falls to the floor