So, Kitty thought she could just runaway and close him out? No, not going to happen. This was just too far along in the making. Calvin placed his foot in the door so that Kitty couldn't just shut it on him. "Yes, we do. We're talking now." It suddenly occurred to him that he didn't care about the where either. In the hallway, down stairs, or even the fucking dance floor. They were going to have this out. Right now. He pushed the door further open and stepped inside while frowning at her. "If you don't want to speak, fine. Then you can listen. I can't do this anymore. This back and forth game of yours. You think it's funny but it's not, and also I'm getting sick and tired of you puffing up and running off like..a child! I can't take it!"
Wow, what was he feeling? Anger or maybe frustration? It was hard to tell, but this yelling was an exuberance. Much better then the downer he had been feeling. Without the medication he had nothing to balance him. He needed that. "We have to settle this. So.." Honestly Cal was starting to run out of his steam but he really wanted to yell something good. Something that could stick. To just let it all out! Only then, did he realize the door was still open and people were starting to take notice. As almost an after thought he slammed it shut. "Sorry-uh.. the doors close really easily. Now back to the talk! Answer me. I want to know why you hate me so much. What did I do you!? HUH?"