Cian couldn't blame Julian for thinking that. It would be exactly what it looked like from the outside... And for the most part he was right. Kind of. Did he want to say all of that out loud? Probably not right now. He didn't want to cause another argument.
He had done some not so great things. Lashing out at the Elder like that was only the bottom of it, sure, but it was at him. As someone had put it, Cian was the only one who cared whether he lived or not, or so it seemed. Why was he sorry? Many reasons now, and he wanted to just get up and leave before this got worse. He was still on that edge of anger and it was the worst time. "Your mouth did, yes."