@soprela / cont'd.
the sound of his full name tenses his jaw, nose furling - as if he hadn't been asking for it, with his own brashness. she says his name the same way she says their son's when she's correcting him.
melfi's always told him anger is a secondary emotional response, that there's always something beneath it, and yeah, maybe he's self-aware enough to know that seeing carmela in this house and that he's not living with her in it cuts him deep. what makes it worse is that she hates him. all the people in his life that who have fucked him over - his mother, pussy, and now christopher - he's sure he's ruined it all with carmela, has pushed enough that he's broken the band of her tolerance of him.
"i'm not the one with a puss on," tony says to that same effect, seating himself on one of the kitchen stools. "you've had that look on your face since i walked in the door. i know you better than anyone, carm."
it's a pointed echo of her own words to him. he doesn't forget, they both know that. he reaches for an apple, bites into it, and asks with his mouth full, "you got something you wanna say to me?"
