[He can't look at the screen, not directly. He's still holding his head in one hand, eyes downcast with a grimace as Emet comments on his outburst. It's plain as day Ardbert wants to reply, to correct him on what he feels is wrong. Both played equal parts to his current situation back home and he wanted nothing to do with either at this point. Just barely does he manage to hold his tongue.]
Enough! I tire of talking.
[Does he? Does he really? Or is he just afraid he's going to overshare again right now. He closes his eyes a moment as he takes a deep breath in, trying to refocus himself. It's hard when you're drunk and he doesn't even succeed, but after a moment he lets his hand drop and he looks back to Emet again. His emotions are still clear on his face despite what he thinks he's managed.]
I've said... I've said what I've called to say.
[And with that, and a little fumbling, he hangs up. Thanks to the thin walls, Emet can probably hear the loud aggravated shouting that follows. Though it's thankfully short lived.]
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Enough! I tire of talking.
[Does he? Does he really? Or is he just afraid he's going to overshare again right now. He closes his eyes a moment as he takes a deep breath in, trying to refocus himself. It's hard when you're drunk and he doesn't even succeed, but after a moment he lets his hand drop and he looks back to Emet again. His emotions are still clear on his face despite what he thinks he's managed.]
I've said... I've said what I've called to say.
[And with that, and a little fumbling, he hangs up. Thanks to the thin walls, Emet can probably hear the loud aggravated shouting that follows. Though it's thankfully short lived.]