[ When she moves past him, he just lets her because there's nothing else left to say. Nothing could make this any better or any worse than it already is. Nngh. How this his life get so complicated? Ten years ago, he had been having the time of his life in London, Paris, Rome, (insert city, he's been there) partying up a storm, day in and day out, without a care for the world or anyone in it. And now... ]
You're not going to do that whole upset at me thing, are you? [ Scratch that whole -- he can't make this any worse bit because just give it some time, he always can. ]