[ of course madison is still scowling, because this is still awful and again, he's pretending that he has the moral high ground―
but he's still laying on the pavement without any effort at all to lift himself, looking increasingly dazed. his hand splays loosely over his face, as if either in pain or in shame. it's now more clear to him, through that stressful hate, that he's not sure how this is supposed to end. ]
Why'd you... [ an irritated grunt. ] Why would I be okay with that?
god i'm so angry at you daring to have your house infested...
but he's still laying on the pavement without any effort at all to lift himself, looking increasingly dazed. his hand splays loosely over his face, as if either in pain or in shame. it's now more clear to him, through that stressful hate, that he's not sure how this is supposed to end. ]
Why'd you... [ an irritated grunt. ] Why would I be okay with that?