Clutching the mess of photos and papers in his arms, trying to gather them so none of them fall to the floor, Dov exhaled heavily through his nose, the part of him that was feeling almost heartbroken hardening into something that was just angry. He'd gone all this way just to have his things thrown back in his face and get told to get out? Fuck that. He wasn't leaving that easily.
"So that's it then, huh? I go out all this fuckin' way just to get ya tellin' me to fuck off?" Dov grit his teeth as he shoved the photos back into his pocket. "Look, I don't want the fuckin' money. Keep it, I don't need it. But I ain't leavin' without ma's locket. And you can say whatcha want, I know ya have it. And maybe it sounds dumb but I think there's a reason she gave all that to ya."
He crossed his arms over his chest again. This was a waste of time, and now he really was going to have the door in his face. "I know it's got my picture 'n yours in it 'cause I've seen it. When I asked who it was, she always said she'd tell me when I was older. So why would she give you that if she didn't wanna tell ya about me too? If she wanted to... Keep it all secret or whatever she woulda just given it to me. Aside from you, I was all she had."
He tilted his head to the side to crack his neck. "So if you're so stuck on not carin', hand it over, 'cause if you didn't care you wouldn't wanna keep it. She got it appraised, it ain't worth anything if you're gonna sell it. But it means a hell of a lot to me."