Weh, weh, weh, I can't do anything right, pity me.
Except cry about how unfair it all was, of course. Brendan obviously had that down to an art. And maybe Jae was mouthing mockingly along with Brendan's words, but frankly, he could be doing a lot worse to Brendan right now and wasn't, so he ought to be afforded that much. Their backs were to each other anyway, so it wasn't like Brendan was going to catch him in the act.
Jae kept his gaze pointedly averted away from Brendan as he moved back to his table and started packing his supplies back up. He wasn't going to be able to concentrate on his work when he was angry like this, and he definitely needed some more appealing company right now. He risked a glance at his canvas once he'd put the paints away and heaved an irritated sigh. It was salvageable, but it would take some extra work. Depending on how much time it took, he might need to cut down on the number of paintings he had planned.
Maybe he ought to base the subject of his next painting on Brendan. Then they could at least pretend it was possible to transform him into somebody worthwhile.
Jae picked his jacket up from where he'd slung it over the table and shrugged it on, zipping it all the way up to conceal his ruined shirt. He moved his canvas out of the way and shouldered his backpack, stalking out of the room without another word.
Game, set, match. Nature's favor.
((Min-jae Parker continued in Bittersweet and Sour