If he had been stormy before, he was absolutely furious at the smack upside his head. His lips pressed together in a thin line, his good hand curling into a fist against his lap. For a moment, he was absolutely still, and then he swung his legs over the other side of the bed and slid off, pushing the tray of implements that had been left behind noisily out of the way. "You fucking quit it, Aura," he snapped, storming towards the curtain and pushing it aside.
"I'm fucking out of here. You two can sit there and talk and be happy with one another. I'm not in the mood to play at this kind of bullshit." If one looked close enough, they could almost see his hackles raising, every muscle in his body tense. He hesitated at the curtain, then pushed through, storming off.