Stop repeatin' what I say, you fucking...toothpaste looking bastard.

[Fuck, he really wants to. Even his words don't have their usual threat of exploding the whole block if the wrong thing is said. He wants to be close with someone, but not just some shitty rando he's just met. He wants to be close to someone he trusts. Even if he can't stand him. It's the only way he can relax.

The suggestion cuts through his daze like ice, and he literally snaps up, embarrassed and scowling.]

You're not. I was being a good guest, you should be grateful I took your space in to consideration!!!