Despite their views of the world, their ideals and origins, Jamie considered the Greek a friend - not a word he applied to many people - or had before Ares disappeared. Now, he wasn't so sure anymore. Even though they spent hours talking sometimes, there were a lot of things they didn't know about each other, a lot of things they probably didn't want the other to know because they wouldn't understand.
The New God watched Ares shut down and shut the world out purposely, feeling irrational anger claw its way up his throat, acrid like bile. There were a hundred things on his mind he could have said but nothing would have improved the situation.
Mission: failed.
Jamie tore his gaze away and rose to his feet, intending to walk before he gave in to the urge to beat some sense into the Greek. He managed to stand. Walking was not as easy as he would have liked it to be.
His hands went through the - comforting - familiar motions of fixing his tie and brushing down his clothes.
"For someone who talks so much it drives me crazy sometimes, you're incredibly uncommunicative when it comes to issues that matter." Voice dispassionate, no intonation. "You could have said something." He waited a beat, then another. No reaction.
Another beat later, Jamie managed to get his feet to move. Stopping at the front door, he turned his head as if he'd remembered something else but all that came out was a quiet 'frak you'.