He looks faintly annoyed in the face of Steven's scrutiny. Or rather, he's giving his phone an annoyed look, and hasn't actually noticed Steven staring.

I don't WANT to not care about people. Like at least I had people I used to care about before, but now I can't even pretend to like my family. He scowls as he types. Especially since they took that fucking fake in and let it be happy there while I was suffering in hell. It got to have a boyfriend and a meaningful existence, while I spent every goddamn hour I can remember writing stories to make mine fuck his best friend and murder my ex in the most brutal ways I can fucking think of.