“Oh, no, no. You don’t get to ‘look’ me!” Foxx hissed, pointing his finger accusingly at Harlow. “What’s wrong now, Mr. Too Good To Be My Friend?! I did what you asked. You said no talking. I haven’t talked for hours! So, what? What could possibly be wrong now?! Hmm? What?! Don’t like being ignored? Gee, who would have thought, the one who loves to barely answer questions with single-word answers, doesn’t like being ignored? Well, tough shit, old man. This is what you wanted. This is what you get!”
Gosh. I love him.
