"That was uncalled for." He cast a glance at you as he took a step away from the coffee shop with you in tow. His face was blanched as he waved you further away from the shop and away from the seemingly just as weirded out or uncomfortable glances from the other patrons after a few....uncalled for comments you made. You'd been standing in line and quietly asked him if he'd ever wanted to string someone up on the ceiling by their entrails as their blood dripped into a cruel puddle beneath them and their dull screams echoed in your ears.

"Do you want to tell me what all that was about?" He didn't feel like attacking you with a barrage of condescending comments or aggressive demands that you keep those comments bottled up, he figured that would most likely only serve to work around the issue. Like applying tape to a leaky pipe rather than actually fixing it and he didn't want that weighing on his conscious.