Jag's emotional journey as they drove back to London had been the opposite. He'd started out miserable - miserable to have clearly hurt Val, and to have cut everything short. But as his efforts to smooth things over between them had mostly been met by monosyllabic answers, he'd ended up shutting up as well fairly quickly. And, locked with nothing but his own thoughts and emotions, he'd progressively grown angry with Val, because being mad at him for speaking his mind was clearly out there, and he'd spent all bloody evening doing his best in an environment that made him feel like shit, Val would be gone in very little time, and enough was enough.
"Are you mad that I already don't like him, or are you mad that I've told you?" he failed to answer Val's question with a scowl. Who cared about the bloody tea. "I thought it was fairly obvious." He'd never hidden his reactions to things Val had said about his father.
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Date: 2015-12-23 07:08 pm (UTC)"Are you mad that I already don't like him, or are you mad that I've told you?" he failed to answer Val's question with a scowl. Who cared about the bloody tea. "I thought it was fairly obvious." He'd never hidden his reactions to things Val had said about his father.