He was there the whole time. He ran a hand over his face aggressively, trying to clear it. He stood there, almost bashful for the moment, only to grab a flying pillow as it came hurtling at him.

He opened his mouth to say something but couldn't. they wouldn't understand. He'd been in this position so often that it was old hat to stand and hide there. And he wasn't ready to face everyone as annoyed an angry as he was. As upset as he was.

He wasn't sure how to handle this and wanted to duck out as it was.

Moving to sit the pillow back down on the end of the guys bed, he just mumbled "Sorry..." to everyone. Not looking at anyone.