Noah finished his beer as Macy offered up another empty riddle. He crushed the can in his hand and threw it into the sink. "Do you want me to go? Is this you being passive-aggressive again and wanting me to know you're mad about something idiotic again? Because, if it is, you can say so. I don't have time to be racing around town thinking something is wrong, only to have you act surprised to see me, and then make up stories about your phone. You don't have to be that elaborate. I can not stay the night tonight. I'm sure I'll live."
Okay, he was feeling a little hurt and angry and Noah had never been very good at keeping himself rational.