[The robe is back in Ali's hands now. He won't shove it back at Concord- he's too stubborn, it's not worth it to fight over clothes- but instead he tosses it into one of the chairs on the porch.]

Why is it all my fault? I don't even know where 'here' is. And besides, tax season is coming up. I wouldn't disappear during such an important time.

[He crosses his arms.]

In fact, it's more likely that YOU brought ME here!

[He does have a point. Concord has nearly a foot and a hundred pounds on him. Ali would have a hard time dragging Concord anywhere.]