Apparently it pisses Tom off when people give a shit about him.
His mother called to talk a bit, he sounded cranky, I asked afterwards if he was alright, he got all bitchy and said he hates it when people worry about him, that we should just deal with our own problems and not worry about each other, we each have enough problems of our own.

Hi, my main problem just now is a boyfriend who has issues admitting he has emotions.

His mother called back a few minutes ago, he wouldn't come down, said he'd call her back, so she talked with me and sent me to NYS Dept. of Labor's job listings, which are fantastic, and was really great of her to hunt down for us. (Dad had recommended I check them for jobs, but I didn't know where/how to do so, so this works out nicely.) Afterwards, I went upstairs and told Tom what she'd called about, and as I left I mentioned teasingly that she'd referred to him as "mr. nasty". "Can I worry about that later?" he growls. Told him of course he could. Fuck it, he can be a crankypants if he wants, *I'm* going to take a look at the site, then maybe curl up with a book or something when I'm through with "Fantasia" (which I've been watching sporadically today).
I know he wants to be strong, to be a man, etc., that he thinks (and he's usually right) that he can sort out his own problems. But, y'know...

Fuck him, I'm going to keep giving a shit whether he likes it or not.

*scowlpout*