Bert rolled his eyes, leaning against the heavy wood of the door. He presses his face against it, the wood cool against his cheek.
"You fucked off in the middle of dinner, no word of explanation! You threw Alain halfway cross the room!" Hyperbole, but Bert's prone to it. "Now you're either ill, possessed, or going mad. Mayhap I can have a hint, so I know what to expect when I break down your door?"
Though mostly he's only assuring Roland that he's not about to leave. He doesn't want to have to break the door down - though with his strength he'll just wrench out the damned hinges if he must.
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Bert rolled his eyes, leaning against the heavy wood of the door. He presses his face against it, the wood cool against his cheek.
"You fucked off in the middle of dinner, no word of explanation! You threw Alain halfway cross the room!" Hyperbole, but Bert's prone to it. "Now you're either ill, possessed, or going mad. Mayhap I can have a hint, so I know what to expect when I break down your door?"
Though mostly he's only assuring Roland that he's not about to leave. He doesn't want to have to break the door down - though with his strength he'll just wrench out the damned hinges if he must.