[Something about that expression is nearly enough to get him to go all prickly again, and he needs to look away before he lets himself; he doesn't really want to think about it - he hates thinking about shit like this - but there's not much else he can do with himself right now, short of deciding that he doesn't want to deal with it and he should just sink everything and stalk off again.
And doing that just means dealing with everyone else, and he'd really rather not right now.
So instead he just...mulls it over, and he fiddles with that pen between his fingers, and he isn't sure what he thinks of the conclusion he comes to eventually.]
That's what got you so angry with me, isn't it. When you died.
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And doing that just means dealing with everyone else, and he'd really rather not right now.
So instead he just...mulls it over, and he fiddles with that pen between his fingers, and he isn't sure what he thinks of the conclusion he comes to eventually.]
That's what got you so angry with me, isn't it. When you died.
[It's...not really a question.]