Ky’lar’s tone took Norrin by surprise. Something must have really upset him. He wasn’t about to leave regardless of Ky’s current.”

“It’s never a good time and I’m not leaving.”

_{Ky honestly hoped Norrin would heave. That way, he could deal with this problem the way he always did; drinking. Still, since he wasn’t going anywhere…  the best thing he could do at the current time was just slam his  fist into one of the walls – if only to relieve some (if not all) of his anger.}

_{“Suit yourself,” he said, as he ran his hands through his hair. “Not like it matters much anyways.” A pause. “Nothing does.”}