[It's about control, and for a moment he wonders a little at how often this happens, here, how often she makes him realize something. He was angry with her, and now maybe he doesn't have a real reason to be. Anger is so powerful in him, but it's still so unnecessary most of the time.
He's silent for a long while, but finally he nods, arms crossed over his chest as he leans back against a chair.]
/spam
He's silent for a long while, but finally he nods, arms crossed over his chest as he leans back against a chair.]
When you give it up, what will happen?