[By then a third of the rage is marched out, tapped out, only for him to grip the door frame like it's a mast and the ship is sinking as he levels back the stare he had prepared for this. Which is all sorts of not pleased, because out of everyone around he never expected the two of them to turn on him.
And even then he doesn't know if it's turning. He's just not sure where he is, no map to go on. He was using Russia at one end and Heather at the other, one anchor in what they could've been and one in what could be, but either way he thought himself settled enough. Silent stares hit a bit too hard. So he lets himself in, flops right on the couch after the requisite three kisses. and maybe more lingering than he intends If he weren't so nervous he'd bitch about the lack of coffee.]
hurr?
And even then he doesn't know if it's turning. He's just not sure where he is, no map to go on. He was using Russia at one end and Heather at the other, one anchor in what they could've been and one in what could be, but either way he thought himself settled enough. Silent stares hit a bit too hard. So he lets himself in, flops right on the couch after the requisite three kisses.
and maybe more lingering than he intends
If he weren't so nervous he'd bitch about the lack of coffee.]