Again his eyebrow twitched and the metallic piece on the wall trembled ever so slightly instantly affected by the sudden rush of emotion through one Ethan Walker.
"There's a difference between an opinion and a blatant unconstructive piece of criticism that serves no purpose other than to upset and dishearten." The being corrected thing was annoying, it had always been annoying, but his mother always insisted on doing it. It was like she couldn't switch off, couldn't seperate the teacher from the mother. Ethan hated it.
He breathed out a laugh and shook his head. "This lack of communication is not entirely my fault, mother. Had you perhaps been a little more..." He was tempted to say human, but thought better of it. "Motherly, I might not have excluded you from my life. But excuse me for thinking you telling me I'm going to hell for wanting to be with men is your way of telling me that you love me."