The moment the door slams behind him, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.
The sound still echoes in the silence of the room, a sharp punctuation to an argument that went nowhere.
My hands are clenched into fists, my heart still hammering in my chest.
He left. Again.
"Well, that was dramatic." Aries' voice slips into my mind, laced with amusement. "Do you think if he slams enough doors, he'll eventually figure out how to open up instead?"
I let out a humorless laugh, rubbing my temples. "At this rate? Highly unlikely."
"You shouldn't think too much about it," he continues, a note of something—concern?—underneath the usual sarcasm. "Give him time. He's clearly incapable of sorting through his own emotions without brooding for a few centuries first."