The bang to his head seemed to have served to do more than just give him a headache. Apparently it broke up their argument and gave them both a break from yelling. Of course Ana thought it served him right, it only served her purpose of giving him greater pain than he was already experiencing from even having this conversation.
"I'm gonna need a stronger drink than coffee," he said idly, shoving the door back shut and turning to find a bottle of whisky, appearing to be in a rather dark mood now. The TV was only serving to piss him off further as he switched off the kettle and got himself a glass in complete silence.