"I came for the rest of my things." Isaac said, his voice calm as he stared at him. "I'm not fucking welcome?" He raised an eyebrow. "Which is fucking fine anyway because I don't want to fucking be here anyway. Arse."
Moving to push past him in the doorway, he bumped him as he passed and kept walking. He intended to find the floo and leave. It sat like a stone in his stomach, the anger and the annoyance that Marcus had gone so quickly on to replace him.