Maine doesn't move for a moment. Her anger was a little reassuring, and he took it as a good sign that at least she didn't want him gone.

"Told him to kill me. Offered a free shot." He drops his arms and moves to brush past her, making for the kitchen and a goddamned beer. From inside his room his dog hopped off the bed and with a skittering of nails came out to join him.

"Not much else I can do." Growled, frustrated. It was like getting socked with all the consequences of a fight without any of the satisfaction of having actually been in it.