[The thanks, as genuine as it feels - or maybe because it's genuine - stings. He doesn't want her to be thankful. He wants her to give up and go away. He's not even sure what she's thanking him for, and it irritates him that it just doesn't make sense. That he can't read her, and doesn't know what she wants, even though so much about her is bitingly familiar.
He's more than happy to sniff haughtily, turn, and vanish back into his room so quickly that the stupid wooden letters rattle when he slams the door.]
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He's more than happy to sniff haughtily, turn, and vanish back into his room so quickly that the stupid wooden letters rattle when he slams the door.]