[Maverick keeps his glare leveled on the man for a good while...but it was an accurate, honest summation of the events. The...more recent ones, anyway. Fuck this guy, still!!!
They reach the door out, and he's quick to pull out his lighter. He doesn't speak, even after he's sighed out a cloud of smoke, because hours away from Valentine's Day isn't the time to seek out conversational kill points even if someone's a shitty dad and shitty husband and shitty mentor, probably, he doesn't actually know, but it's the principle of the thing. He could keep arguing, but would be...a lot. He doesn't need to make things even more complicated for Imelda just because he wants to go for the jugular, metaphorically speaking.
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They reach the door out, and he's quick to pull out his lighter. He doesn't speak, even after he's sighed out a cloud of smoke, because hours away from Valentine's Day isn't the time to seek out conversational kill points even if someone's a shitty dad and shitty husband and shitty mentor, probably, he doesn't actually know, but it's the principle of the thing. He could keep arguing, but would be...a lot. He doesn't need to make things even more complicated for Imelda just because he wants to go for the jugular, metaphorically speaking.
So. Saying nothing it is.]