He rubs the heel of his hand over his forehead. He may not be the world's most squeaky-clean bloke, but he's pretty sure he doesn't deserve this.
'You...'
He bites back the first response.
'...don't laugh like that. It's not me tha's got the issue. You come up t'my bloody room, an' ask questions I have no idea the meanin' of. You say cryptic bloody stuff that you then point-blank refuse t'explain. You demand a simple answer to somethin', an' give no clue what you want t'hear an' then say that, like it's my fault I didn' say what you wanted t'hear.'
Enough.
He jerks his head the way they came in.
'Door's that way, Kate. I'll leave it open in case you get your head on straight in the night but even if you do, I can't promise t'be in the mood.'
He's not a dog on a lead, following at her heels and wagging his tail to her every demand. At some point, she'll either have to let him into the problem, or deal with it herself. He's tired of these games.
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'You...'
He bites back the first response.
'...don't laugh like that. It's not me tha's got the issue. You come up t'my bloody room, an' ask questions I have no idea the meanin' of. You say cryptic bloody stuff that you then point-blank refuse t'explain. You demand a simple answer to somethin', an' give no clue what you want t'hear an' then say that, like it's my fault I didn' say what you wanted t'hear.'
Enough.
He jerks his head the way they came in.
'Door's that way, Kate. I'll leave it open in case you get your head on straight in the night but even if you do, I can't promise t'be in the mood.'
He's not a dog on a lead, following at her heels and wagging his tail to her every demand. At some point, she'll either have to let him into the problem, or deal with it herself. He's tired of these games.