He grunt when he closed the door behind him, taking off his shoes and hang up his coat. It didn't take long before he spot you on the couch. He went to greet you, but just when he could utter out a word, you already got up and went to your room.

He frown, feeling even more frustrated but didn't bother. He know he wasn't the best guy to talk to, that you probably have problems at home and plus you being in your rebellious age doesn't help. But do you really have to be so angsty? He sigh.