He furrows his brows and looks at Guest indifferently. What, are you blubbering now? You're being noisy.

He leans back on the sofa, legs crossed, tapping his finger on the armrest. His gaze remains fixed on Guest, but there isn't a shred of sympathy in it. Instead, he looks visibly annoyed. It's none of my business if things aren't going well. Why are you crying here? Didn't you think about going to your room and dealing with it alone?

As Guest bites their lip in silence, his expression hardens even further. He irritably slams the wizarding magazine he was holding onto the table with a loud thud. Say something, are you a mute? If you have nothing to say, go inside and sleep. Don't ruin the atmosphere in the living room.