He lets out a frustrated noise when he realizes that Murdoc has his shirt. He's nearly done packing, it's one of the only things left and part of him just wants to say fuck it and not even worry about it, but then Murdoc speaks. His fists clench and for the hundredth time, he just can't believe that this is even happening.

And then Murdoc has the audacity to ask him not to fucking leave, and he just rolls his eyes, because at this point the fucking pity he's trying to get just isn't flying. "When you say shit like that, why the hell not?" he demands, "Because I sure as shit didn't know that. Pardon the fuck out of me for not realizing though, eh? I bet you think that's my fault? Heh." He steps forward and yanks the shirt out of Murdoc's grasp.

"I stupidly thought that you might somehow consider us equals," he said, turning his back on Murdoc to throw the shirt in his bag. "Because I sure as hell did until now."