Hunter watched Morgan carefully. From the way she ignored the girl who had taken away his cup to the very way she tried to constrain herself from seriously throttling him within an inch of his life. He listened to her as she told him that sometimes he made her feel stupid and his expression visibly softened. His eyes dropped down to look at his lap. He felt ashamed, he was acting like a child. He was acting how Cal always acted with him and his eyes lifted back up to look at her again. "Morgan, I'm sorry. I don't mean to. I'm just worried for you." His apology was hard for him to come up with. He didn't often feel compelled to apologize over things and sometimes felt it was the other party's responsibility. He knew that Morgan had truly loved Cal, but it was Cal and he could find no pity in what she felt for him and what she had lost. All he could feel was the usual rage that Cal brought up in him.
One thing that he had to remember that, when defensive, women could summon more strength than Popeye and a can of spinach. His unreadable expressions were something he couldn't exactly explain in full but he always summoned them when he didn't want people poking around for weaknesses. Poking around for anything, really. He was so reserved. So private.
"Just because it isn't fun for you, doesn't mean it's any less fun for me." He shrugged flippantly and took a long sip of his tea, wishing to finish it off as quickly as possible. He appeared to mull over the idea of death by junk food and he turned his gaze back to Morgan. "I suppose it would put a real damper on the conversation if I were to say that we're all dying anyway, wouldn't it?" He asked and finished off the tea. "Right. I think we should get going. The apartment isn't too far away and it would be better if we went now instead of waiting around for the sun to come out." Hunter stated, placing the tea cup back on the saucer and standing. He was back to his business like self again, but he held his hand out to Morgan so she could stand easily.