[Yeah. Figures. He really did a number on his roomie, didn't he? Ex-roomie, he's thinkin', 'cause hell if he's goin' back there anytime soon. He's worn out that welcome. Newt extended the offer, and he did the magical equivalent of spitting on it, albeit intentionally.
He registers Chris's question distantly. Wonders idly if maybe the other guy's scared of him. That'd really take the cake, wouldn't it. That'd really just - heh, that'd be goddamn fantastic.
He laughs. There's not a shred of amusement to it.]
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He registers Chris's question distantly. Wonders idly if maybe the other guy's scared of him. That'd really take the cake, wouldn't it. That'd really just - heh, that'd be goddamn fantastic.
He laughs. There's not a shred of amusement to it.]
You really feel you gotta ask me that?