When angry, count to four. When very angry, swear - OTA
The repetitive thud thud thud of fists connecting with the punching bag are a big giveaway of where Ric is currently seeking solitude. He's got one earphone in his ear, music screeching out loud and angry from where the other dangling down, bouncing against his chest as he takes out his anger on the inanimate object.
There's no way to easily verbalize his anger at Rogue, he'd mostly yelled immediately after walking in on her and Mark but since then? He's been silently brooding and snappy with Martini, which isn't fair. And the worst part is that Ric knows this. He knows, deep down, that he can't really blame Martini because it wasn't like he instigated the kiss but there wasn't any pulling away until Ric walked in on them.
But that's not the only thing that hurts. What Rogue has said, had revealed about his inner darkest and deepest more private thoughts and then discussed like she had any right, it hit home. So in response he hid all his alcohol away into the bottom of his wardrobe and went out to smoke his way through a packet of cigarettes.
There's no way to easily verbalize his anger at Rogue, he'd mostly yelled immediately after walking in on her and Mark but since then? He's been silently brooding and snappy with Martini, which isn't fair. And the worst part is that Ric knows this. He knows, deep down, that he can't really blame Martini because it wasn't like he instigated the kiss but there wasn't any pulling away until Ric walked in on them.
But that's not the only thing that hurts. What Rogue has said, had revealed about his inner darkest and deepest more private thoughts and then discussed like she had any right, it hit home. So in response he hid all his alcohol away into the bottom of his wardrobe and went out to smoke his way through a packet of cigarettes.