Not acting like himself. Well. No, he had to suppose he wasn't. What might he ordinarily do in this situation under different circumstances? Probably lock himself in his room and drink. Hide, almost certainly. He considered this, searching his feelings. Under his anger, there was perhaps a level of shock that created this calm disconnect. Frankly, whatever it was, he liked it. He preferred this to the self-loathing that was, at least for now, held at bay. He’d grab on to this and hold it forever if he could.
“Leave or stay. It’s entirely up to you.” He answered, walking towards the tub as Llewellyn made space for him. He turned away from him, hooking his thumbs into the fencing knickers and drawing them off. “But I feel fine.”