"I am not yelling at y-!" Raa paused and closed his eyes, holding his breath to the count of ten before releasing it slowly. "I am not yelling at you," he said, words far more calm than they had been. "Just... Dammit..."
He sighed and dropped the pillow, running a hand through his hair as he picked his way across the floor to slump on the bed, hands dangling between his knees. He felt tired, frustrated, and confused, and the best way to alleviate those things, in his opinion, was to cuddle. He shifted on the bed, laying out beside Marcus as he propped his head on his hand, one leg draping itself over both of Marcus'.
"Thanks," he muttered, "for sticking up for me. I'm sorry you had to. Although..."
He bit his lip, indecisive. He'd purposefully kept away from asking blatant questions about this part of Marcus' past. He didn't like the way it made Marcus feel to remember it, didn't like the look on his face. But Marcus' birthday was only three days away, and he didn't want to push him into anything he wasn't completely ready for. And after what Marcus said downstairs, he had to know all of it, however much a part of him didn't want to.
"...You want to tell what you were talking about?"
"If he asks me what day of the week it is, I'll be sorely tempted to answer 'orange'." ~Chang WuFei,