"There are perfectly valid reasons for it to not be fair besides your empty guesses." He is a tiny cherry, angry and round. "And you're still gross."

His hand is flailing behind and to the side, and--there--finally finds the doorknob.

"I'm leaving."

He lets it sit a second, then turns and slips through the door. He's going to... going to... he doesn't know what, but something that isn't here.