He turns away his gaze from the TV and looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed, his lips pressed together tightly to hold back the initial words he wanted to say. He's waiting for you to continue, hoping you'll laugh and say it was a joke but you just keep flipping through your magazine. "So what? You wanna actually go there for a job?" He tries to appear calm, but his heart is broken, knowing that you even considered moving away so far.