Lindsey's jaw clenched as she walked past, her barbed words a perfect reminder that he didn't have that choice, that he was in the long haul, stuck with clients he didn't want, that there was never a choice of walking away. He wasn't in the mood for this tonight.

He silently walked off into the kitchen, silently conceding this battle to her, and stayed there for several minutes until he came back with a bag of ice. Still a ways off from the couch, he lobbed the bag at her without caring for consequences.

"I'll be in my room. Feel free to find me in there. You already paid for this visit."