Whitefish River 'Cause I need you here with me

As expected, his sisters weren't interested in hearing anything Emrik had to say, nor did they seem to get any less angrier with anything mom had to say either. His words earned him bratty remarks from them both, which he met with a roll of his eyes—his usual response to their dramatics. Everything was always such a big event with them; it was exhausting sometimes. He totally understood where they were coming from and honestly, he felt similarly in many ways. But was this the way to go about expressing how they felt about everything? He was more likely to internalize everything, so maybe he just didn't understand. Regardless, this was all becoming very overwhelming for him. 

Emrik tried to reason with his sisters again. Acheron wished he would just leave it alone, but he supposed he felt obligated being that he was to blame for some of this. And mom cried some more and pleaded with the twins, which he knew would be to no avail, but he kept quiet about it all. His dark blue gaze just flicked between each family member as they spoke. He found himself wincing a lot, but didn't really offer much else; he needed to be alone to think this all over before he felt ready to voice his opinion. He did stay close to mom, though, hoping it would help her stop crying even though it hadn't before. 

Finally, when his anxiety had reached a level he could no longer handle, he stomped into the middle of everyone, his temper flaring. In a very un-Acheron moment, he shouted: would you all just shut up?! He couldn't listen to it anymore. He turned then and stomped away; it was all just too much and he wanted to be alone.