"Is that what you really think?" He snapped the words at her, whiplike and sharp, and he made another advance towards her, both hands reaching out to shove at those narrow shoulders. "Do you really think you know me that well that you can tell what I can and can't do?" There was a laugh, and he shoved at her again.
"You need to go away. Go cry to Billy, or Pierce, or whomever else you're all sweet with, and leave me the fuck alone. This family thing? Not working out for me, so fuck off before I make you leave."