He didn't need to be told twice. Once Noah was clear with his sweatshirt, Jeff loaded the quarters and readied his bat. Before the balls started flying again, he said, "Yeah, it went really well. And no, no time to discuss any of that and really, it's none of their fucking business."
He didn't usually swear unless he was thoroughly pissed off. The balls started then and he imagined a photograph of each annoying family member as he swung. He'd never hurt them, ever, but it was cathartic to let off a little steam.
So he didn't explode over dinner one night and start yelling or worse, leave his parent's home in silence.