Taff pressed against his brother's hand, his eyes practically blazing with his fury and rebelliousness. "You want me to have options then fucking GIVE me one!" Taff snapped back. He pushed Tristan's hand away, in the same way Tristan had brushed him aside, "This is BULLSHIT!" He turned and kicked the nearest object, a small metal bin at the end of his bed. It slammed against the wall and clattered noisely against the floor. It made Taff feel better, despite it's pointlessness. He was angry and the noise reflected that.