He glanced at Jarvis- a kid he heard a little about from Lizzy. He knew him from a couple classes, but he doubted the kid recognized him from them. Either way, the kid
was making an effort to talk to him, and the kid knew his name, so he knew that it was more likely that he wouldn't respond. He was going to be spending a lengthy amount of time with him, among others- might as well
try, for the sake of comfortable silences instead of awkward ones.
"Uh, hi... Jarvis. I suppose this could be an adventure, yeah. I'm feeling a bit anxious, to be honest..."That was when he found a distraction- one that let him
not talk anymore. It was uncomfortable.
Unfortunately, that distraction was Cass. While he did envy her ability- the opposite of his- to say whatever happened to wander through her head- was it self-preservation to say anything and everything, earning her the ability to effectively ignore anyone, just as his was to push everyone away?- but she was... not exactly nice.
Philip was, without a doubt, aggravated beyond words. Which was good, because he didn't talk much anyhow. He didn't say anything, though, and followed mutely behind Cass as she charged into the house.
He didn't say anything, at first, when Cass asked why he was invited. The assholery of the statement did give him a bit of fire- enough for him to get a little snarky. So, quite coldly, he parroted from right behind her-
"Alright, which one of you invited Trouble and why? I thought this was supposed to be fun?"Not a minute later, in came another member of their impromptu group, and he felt more dread than needbe knot in his gut. But he still had that fire, so turning on him, well aware of the guy's reputation- people seemed to assume that because he didn't speak, he didn't listen- he shot at him as well.
"Oh good, now we can get on the road. No one'll ever lose us with a breadcrumb trail of angry, womanized misled girls."Thoroughly regretting ever telling Lizzy that he'd come, he strode off, the picture of calculated passivity, despite his words. He had been over once, in recent memory, when Lizzy managed to drag him her for one reason or another. So, ignoring Cass and Wolfe, he disappeared into one of the hallways, back to the entryway to the living room, and leaned against the wall. He wouldn't let himself do anything- not even clench a fist, not even clench his jaw. He just needed a minute to himself. There was no backing out now- not because of anything or anyone but his own honor, and Lizzy.
But he wanted to punch those stupid idiots
so much. Maybe they'd do something to
really provoke him.
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