It wasn't so much an anger and more just pointing out that he knew about it. And would have agreed that she had probably two-upped Emily, but that could have been his slight dislike of teenage boys who were likely grabby and anywhere near his sister talking. "I didn't know you were into photojournalism now. Mostly the air guitar one though." Though he could see someone posting that on the internet and him not even noticing it until now.
Bast moved over though, leaving the screen on the TV to ask if he wanted to play the movie already or not. "Penny Lane... You are the first person I called when I needed help. And I hope you know that it wasn't because I knew you would help me, because I wasn't all that fond of your solution to just hide me until I grew up again. I still came back after I got away for a few hours though. It was because I knew I could trust you without question which is saying a lot coming from me. I trust some of my friends, but I still keep an eye out to make sure they're not betraying that trust. You're not always this quiet little shy thing. In fact you have a temper on you to challenge Mount Vesuvius, and know very well how to tell me that my articles suck without making me feel like a complete idiot even if they are covered in red pen marks and look like they just came back from war. This situation though, despite all my totally awesome guitar playing ways, is not something that I'm entirely used to." Dating, yes, but someone he couldn't recall ever hearing about even having a boyfriend before? That hadn't been since he was first getting started. "And the last thing I want to do right now is something that might make you uncomfortable or run away again. I do enough running from work and already know there's no hiding from you."
He sat back the smallest bit realizing how much that had all been. He'd tried to make sure that everything had been nice for tonight for her sake but the closest he was probably going to get to "making a move" was the very ancient arm-stretch-over-your-head-and-rest-it-around-her-shoulders act. Smooth, he was not. A little afraid she'd go running off if he tried more than that? Hell yes.