Yes, goddammit. but he doesn't sound angry, maybe more tired. Wouldn't keep bothering you, otherwise, coming around and talking to you.

I can't meet his eyes so I look down at my hands on the coffee mug. "Oh. Um...What about Verdi?" The question comes out more as whisper, because my throat is so tight. i can feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes but I refuse to cry.