Ollie opened his mouth to say something - what, he wasn't entirely sure - and then snapped it shut again as the door slammed shut behind Ty. "Well, fuck you very much," he muttered as he got to his feet and stomped towards the bathroom, his hands fisted at his side. He paused by the doorway and raised one hand, slamming his fist nto the wall.

No, that didn't make him feel any better, he thought as he hissed under his breath and then went into the bathroom to check out the damage.

It was going to bruise, he thought, but it didn't look like anything more than that. He wrapped it up in gauze and sighed as he sat heavily down on the toilet, pushing the fingers of his uninjured hand through his hair. He wasn't dealing with this well, but...he didn't know how he was supposed to handle it, and Ty was never one to make anything easy.

Ollie tipped his head back and looked up at the ceiling. He could really use someone to talk to right about now, but typically - there wasn't really anyone.