He winces at the sensation of being pulled upwards, then again at Uno's voice. The moment he's set down, he rounds on him, grey hues blaring with storminess. This wouldn't be the first nor last time Uno saw him in such a mood. Actually, it was likely the only one he'd ever been exposed to other than the brief one of desperation Dallas had worn during their first meeting.

"Fuck off." He snaps. "I don't need you to look out for me or show up out of no where pretending like you care. I'm careful enough and if I'm not and something happens, then whatever. Who cares."