Den felt like he should have been shocked at the force of her reaction. She nearly murdered a chair by standing up. Her voice was louder. She looked angry. It looked like a shocking thing. Like something he should have reacted to, when she did it. But the part of him that felt shock was with the part that was terrified, and they were quarantined a little ways off from the rest of him.
He watched and listened to her as if nothing had changed, as though she hadn't even moved, but in his mind he did register that it had, even if he didn't react to it. The aggressive stance. The raised voice. He'd made her angry somehow. Den was always making her angry, and he never understood why that was. He was never trying to make her angry.
“S...” He started to apologize for apologizing, but caught himself and stopped. For the sake of his sister, and her chair. The chair was an innocent. He didn't know why apologizing had made her so mad. But he felt bad that it had. He hadn't wanted to make her mad. Dennis had just been sorry. And now he was even sorrier.
The questions though, they made him frown a bit. He tilted his head to the side and stared up at her. Den thought they both had extremely obvious answers, but she was acting like they were big mysteries. She was demanding them like they were blanks that she really needed filled.