A muscle in his jaw ticks.
"Get back in position."
"No."
He stares at me.
"You wanted to train."
"Yeah, and now I want to know why you're acting like a pissed off bear that someone poked with a stick."
"That's not none of your business."
"Oh it absolutely is my business when you're the one throwing me onto the mat every thirty seconds."
His eyes narrow slightly.
"You're exaggerating."
"Am I?"
I take a step toward him.
"You've been slamming that punching bag like it owes you money since I walked in here."
He says nothing.
"So something c clearly happened," I continue.
Still nothing.
I sigh dramatically.
"You're unbelievably stubborn."
"And you're unbelievably nosy."
"Yes I am."
I shrug.
"Glad we cleared that up."
He turns slightly, clearly intending to walk past me toward the punching bag again.
I step right in front of him.
"Don't walk away from em."
"Move."
"No."
"Elaine."
"Zane."
