Again, it was like bashing his head up against a wall over and over again and hoping something would shake loose. The older man stood up and ran his hands over his face and through his hair with a loud and frustrated sigh. "I don't fucking want to go, you idiot." He stated bluntly for all the good in the world it would do him with the punk were ramming his own head so far up his own ass that he could see the light of day again.
Seifer shook his head once again as he shrugged at a lose on how to make things any more clearer to the other man. But Zell didn't want to listen, or even attempt to meet in the middle and for all his claims of just wanting the other to be happy and enjoy his new unwelcomed life, he sure as hell had a funny way of showing it. "No, you've decided we're done obviously." He said in a tired voice as all the will just left him and he turned to leave once more, "Just give me a shout when the van gets here. I'll take my chances back in the meat market, thanks."