"I really don't see the need to be here," he clicks his tongue, arms crossed as he leans back against a wall. "Unless you're looking for something?" He briefly jests, giving you a sly smile that most people would roll their eyes over, but his expression dissipates immediately, furrowed brows, a scrunched gaze forming.

He was now looking at you with a disdain, or rather, it was as if you were beneath him, unworthy.

"If not, then scram. Get out of my sight." Some "friend" he is.