"He was going to break up with you anyhow! Weren't you a little worried when you didn't get invited to Thanksgiving? Alan wanted out and apparently only thought there was one way to get the hell away from you." Toni pushed himself off the sofa. Maybe he would regret it all later from leaving her there sobbing like that. It was a bad time as well, while slamming the front door behind him, to be thinking on a Robert Frost poem. I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice.
Which was rather fitting as he stuffed his hands back into his coat pockets and went off into the icy afternoon.