Even if he could get a word in edgewise, besides an incredulous no here and there or a sputtered that's not what I meant, he wouldn't know how to complete the thought.

Then the bathroom door shuts in his face, and oh yeah, when has he seen this before. Throwing his hands up, he grits his teeth and exhales an exasperated growl.

And takes a few seconds.

He leans against the doorframe.

"So," he says through the door, his tone still pointed, "what you're sayin' is, I shouldn't get mad if someone says something that I don't like about you. Right? Is that it? Well, jeez, excuse me for giving a shit about how that would make you feel. Listen, whether you realize it or not, I-- y'know, I--"

He trails off, scowling, defeated, gnawing at the inside of his lip.

"Look, what did I do wrong? Honey? Kate? C'mon."