He'd said that once before, and it'd stung then. Now, it stabbed. She stood again slowly and made herself stand in the center of his ire, until he moved away, hissing at phantoms. His shoulders were so sharp, she could see the outline of them through his shirt as he drew his fingers through the air.
She really was a stupid ape.
The bath was still running, but from the pitch she could tell she had a little longer before she had to go turn it off. While he muttered through computations Rose only half-grasped, even after studying the topic in depth, she headed to the curtains on the far side of the wall. Light streamed in over her when she pulled them back, then opened the window to let some air in. The rustle of pages sounded in the room, the myriad discarded books moving their leaves like a forest in his study.