Day considers himself a patient person.
Calm, collected, and all demure. Of course, these are traits that are seen when he isn't irritated or denied whatever he wants. Then he will be called a headache, loud and unpleasant.
Because he makes sure that he shows his displeasure loudly.
Somehow, somehow, Travis makes him want to break out of the demure shell, just be himself, and seriously cause some damage.
He has been trying not to poke the bear. But the bear now won't let him leave.
He isn't dealing well with the revelation.
He still thinks he heard it wrong, so of course-
"I said I want to leave."
"Can't let you go," Travis puts a folded napkin next to the plate that he expects Day to eat on. "Now come. It will get cold, and I know that your stomach can't take cold things well."
"I said I am not hungry," he grits his teeth, narrowed eyes on the man who is now rearranging his fork and knife, as if he needs to keep his hands busy with nothing.
Instead of what?
