“No… No I think I’ve quite lost my appetite.” He said and folded his arms over his chest, not an angry pose, but folding slightly over them.
“I guess I’m just too selfish to go to pizza with you right now.”
His mouth was dry as he spoke, and he was trembling badly. He’d never had this kind of a bicker with Jerimiah, and it felt just… odd all over.
“Wouldn’t want to deprive you of your… self righteous bent anyhow, might hurt your effectiveness with getting… seizures.”
He turned and made a fairly determined exit, having no intent to turn back even if anything more was said. He didn’t think he could take more honestly.