Elias knew it was better than he was surprised by the quickness of his brother's movements, but that didn't mean that it hurt any less. As soon as Max had shifted out of the way, Elias punched the nearest object, non-living object; an heavy box of odds and ends left over from the previous owners of the home. The force of his blow sent the box toppling off of the workbench it was on, its contents spilling out across the garage floor. "Goddamn it!" he yelled. He'd clean the mess up later, but fuck that hurt. "Got it," he hissed through clenched teeth, wiping his nose with his shirt again. "I swear to god that cunt can kill herself soon as the sun comes out in the morning," he told Max.
He felt a little bad for the way he'd reacted in front of Jayne, but damn it, that fucking hurt. "I'm going to change my clothes," he told his brother. "I'll clean up the mess later."