Alex tilts his head slightly. Grant shrugs again, and picks at the arm of the chair. You don't look like you wanna be, though. I'm not gonna keep you here. Alex looks away.
Grant works on unraveling the upholstery.
Grant doesn't look up. Good to be able to tell. Hell with it. The monosyllable is not quite cut off in time to hide the bitter note. Alex opens the door, but doesn't leave.