It was taking a damn lot at that hour to be pissed off; the sour look he shot Geddoe wound up looking more wearied than wrathful, though still ruffled enough to feel his ears burning again. The complete 180 his few hours back were doing was not pleasant in the least. He was starting to feel stupid for having been so relieved and happy hardly an hour ago.

He grumbled something, turning his back to him and folding his arms, rocking back and leaning against the chair only a moment before straightening out again. Standing still didn't seem to be working out; he was already unfolding his arms and bringing a hand to his forehead, rubbing at his temples.

He shot a look over his shoulder, slowly sending his gaze downward. "Are you going to finish the rest of that?"