He glanced toward the kitchen. "If you want anything, help yourself. That's what it's there for."
I stared after him. "But where are you going?"
"To kick the shit out of someone."
I stood. "You're kidding, right?"
He stopped near the door and turned around. "Yeah. I’m kidding. See you later."
"You don't look like you're kidding." Desperately, I racked my brain for a way to make him stay. "But wait," I said. "I never got to ask my question."
"You asked plenty."
He was right. I'd practically driven him out of his own home. "Seriously Jake, hang on. Alright?"
He shook his head. "See you later," he said. And with that, he opened the door and strode through it.