“It’s an expression, you fucking moron.” Could this guy possibly piss him off any more than he was already doing? He took a deep breath, let it out and stomped at the floor. Impulse was a kid having a tantrum and if Damien knew what was good for him, he’d let it go and watch him rush off to rejoin the outside world.
“I’m his friend. You’re not. You can’t say stuff like that about him. I was only playing with him. He knows that.” Or did he know? There was the chance that Clark thought he’d really meant what he’d said. Bart joked around, he teased and baited at people all the time. Clark had to have known that was what he was doing. Right?
He began to turn away again, his muscles tense and his hand holding fast to the strap of his backpack. “You didn’t allow me to leave. I chose to leave.” With that he was gone.