there are too many things he could be angry about. he’s gone through every phase past their last face-to-face, from anger to frustration to REGRET, to shame ( never shout at your mother anton, n e v e r ! ) to worry, to bitterness all over again. his emotions have always been quiet — thoughtful. it should never have escalated.
he’d entered with a knock, head bowed in respect, but draws himself to full height now, thick brows in all their furrowed glory. ❛ how lo— ❜ no, don’t be confrontational. ❛ it’s good to see you mamma ... finally. ❜ // @bcrnvdottc













