Following him, he half crossed his arms over his chest. Glancing toward the kitchen briefly as if expecting the other creature to follow, to be lingering nearby. The question, however, had him fidgeting slightly. Gaze dropping to the floor with a frown.
"Its like he fucking expects me to just act like everything is fucking normal. That's bullshit!" Huffing, he curled and uncurled his fingers a moment. Wanting to punch something, someone, but not wanting to upset the others. Instead he stood, pacing a moment as if trying to wear out the anger bubbling up inside him. "I just...I don't-"He started, frowning.