[His face falls, corners of his mouth turning down. He folds his arms defensively.]
Who decided you were-- I guess, queen of wherever it is we are?
[Maybe he says it because he knows it bothers her. Or maybe it's bad word choice. It's probably both; he's on edge too and this isn't how he imagined reuniting with Weiss. Part of him didn't even think he would. Rolling his eyes once, he hangs his head, he walks off sullenly.]
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Who decided you were-- I guess, queen of wherever it is we are?
[Maybe he says it because he knows it bothers her. Or maybe it's bad word choice. It's probably both; he's on edge too and this isn't how he imagined reuniting with Weiss. Part of him didn't even think he would. Rolling his eyes once, he hangs his head, he walks off sullenly.]
The first one wasn't even about you.