"Someone's getting bitter in their old age. Look, I need to get to work, I wasn't looking to butt heads with you right here, right now. Since we're living on the same floor, I'm sure that will happen often enough," he continued, his voice picking up an amused lilt that showed he wasn't at all happy about the arrangement, "so how about I get out of your hair and you put your claws away, all right? If you're absolutely dying for a fight later I'm sure we can pick up right where we left off. The part where I left the apartment, because you wanted your space." The words were as level headed as he could manage - sometimes he felt like they could be locked in a fight for hours, slinging words at one another with no problem because they had endless amounts of ammunition. At times, Julian had to wonder what had brought them together so quickly, and if that same thing was causing them to fall apart in a similar manner. There had always been a sense of familiarity with Ari, not so much that they just 'clicked' but that they knew each other inside and out and had known each other for a long, long time. Like they were old souls or some other New Age terminology that Julian couldn't really be bothered to discover. Right now, though, he didn't feel any of that pull - instead he felt like they were opposing magnetic poles, and he couldn't wait to get away from her, if only to clear his head of the rivaling emotions of guilt and anger.