All Zell had wanted from Seifer was a little respect, a little trust, but it was pretty clear even after two weeks Seifer hated his guts. That the older male didn't want anything to do with him.
So instead of getting angry, Zell sort of deflated in front of Seifer. It was clear that all Seifer and he would do would bump heads. Zell didn't want to give up all of his control and Seifer wanted to give up none of it. So he would do the one thing that Misha would berate him for but Zell was done trying to find some common ground with Seifer.
"Fine. I'm giving up but I won't go home." Zell moved away from Seifer and towards the patio doors that were in the kitchen. He opened them both, let them swing open, before he looked at Seifer. But instead of escaping outside like he normally would have Zell went back to his plate to get himself some breakfast. "You can go."