Seamus looked away from Cormac, not even caring about the coffee even more. He felt a weight on his chest, and he kicked at one of the chairs at the table, biting down on his lip at the pain.
"You had to force it out of me, remember?" he asked him, still refusing to look at the other man.
Finally, after pacing around the kitchen for a moment, he sat down in the same chair he'd kicked, rapping his knuckles on the table as he willed himself to calm down a bit.