Weeks. He had only been gone for weeks. Weeks and the answering machine kept recording. Weeks and everyone except the family worried over nothing. The weeks felt like forever - and he knew how long forever could stretch out. Weeks was enough for the world to change. Weeks was enough for nothing to change.
Clearly being here wasn't enough; he had to aggravate the Greek too. But he promised. He promised he'd be good - he'd apologise even though he didn't mean it at all and not carve up everything that dies and moves and breathes and bleeds and screams even though it was going against his very nature to even stop thinking about it.
He pushed the glass off his stomach, not caring if it would land broken on the floor spilling liquid all over the place, and then the anger stopped showing on his face even though it would never stop coursing through his veins.
"Leave me alone."
Crackle came before the pop that came before the snap.