action.
[ a breath is drawn in, held, and all of a sudden he's looking up at ukitake with pink-ringed eyes and damp cheeks. the expression is uncertain and lost, and alois' eyes search over ukitake's face as if they're desperately looking for something.
then, he's shaking, because it's taking everything in him to hold back from pulling ukitake's hair and hitting him right in his stupid, reserved face. it's a reaction he'd give claude, and he'd do worse to hannah, his maid, but somehow—maybe by some breath of a miracle—he doesn't rise into it. it isn't easy, though, and he's shaking uncontrollably. he's that angry. not at ukitake (aside from how calm he is, he can never stand that kind of calm), specifically, but everything. he keeps holding himself back, all the time, it's only been a few days but it's really difficult. ]
That's— [ ordinarily, his voice is very light, but it pitches here. he catches it and swallows, tries again: ] That's it? Just 'Perhaps'? That's all you've to say? [ and, fiercer, ] I told you a lot of things! I told you why! And, all you say is, 'perhaps'!?
(ooc: it's no problem! i'm ... sorry he's such an intense kid, too. :T ;;)