He was planning on remaining quiet. not saying another word. but then again Jackson convinced himself that it was finally time to speak up. the attitude and gone on for long enough. and he had exercised his patients with the best of his ability is. he couldn't keep on doing that. not at the expense of himself. Not at the expense of feeling as though he's done is disrespectful towards him. and was he? probably. but what did it matter anyway?
' you don't go up those stairs.' he speaks his eyes are still concentrated forward, His fist clenched in anger as he tried to convince himself to come down from stop the last thing that you had wanted to do was have to approach the situation at a different angle. he had wanted to be friendly with him. but it would seem that one step at a time Noah I was sleeping from his fingers.
