[ there's a pit of dread sinking in his stomach like a stone the more they argue, but he can't seem to stop now- ] Then maybe I should just get out of your way, huh, Karen? Let you do your job without me showing up to take a bullet for you or anything shitty like that.

[ his voice raises too, precious coffee sloshing over the sides of his mug at last. the liquid burns his cut hand, but he doesn't seem to notice or care. ]