"Yeah, really." He scowls up at her. "What the fuck did you expect me to do? Welcome you with open arms?"

How many times had he done just that after she'd cheated on him? Well, not this time. She can stand there as haughty and disapproving as she wants... he honestly doesn't give a fuck if she sits down or not. He wants to sit because if he doesn't he's going to pace. As it is, his fingers are drumming against the bottle in front of him.