It was a good thing she'd said something because he'd been about to flip the sheets back and get up without anything on underneath. It meant the sheets went up then got yanked down until she turned her back to leave.
He had to stop several times while getting dressed to punch the wall, the pain in his fists kept him from breaking down so he kept doing it until he wasn't feeling anything but the anger again and he headed out to join Evie.
"Don't bother with glasses." All he wanted was a bottle right now. Once he could slaughter himself with so he wouldn't have to feel anything."