The most infuriating part of it was, Much wasn't even interested in arguing back, not even to make excuses for himself. Marian had point-blank called him on messing around behind his girlfriend's back and he'd not so much as bothered to look at her. Point of fact, he'd yet to say a bloody thing except to grumble at everyone to leave him be and then complain when they didn't.
(Again, that uncomfortable sense at the back of his mind that none of this was quite fitting right. It was a shame he was too caught up in his own anger to give it the attention it needed.)
"You were rolling around high in a park with a bleeding stranger, you shit!" Stutely snapped back. He wanted a rise. He wanted Much to say something, anything that wasn't another bored brush-off. "It even occur to you that the Sheriff could follow you from work? Do you even care?"