[ That little 'you know' begins to grate on Carver's nerves in such a way that he wants nothing more than to explode right now into nothing but fury and fire so Anders can choke on it. He says nothing while Anders works out how and what he wants to say, standing there with his body tense and jaw working around every last ounce of foul thing he has wanted to say to Anders for the past five years. The words taste bitter on his tongue; he needs a drink.

But, that all changes in almost an instant when Anders finally gets it out.

Because Carver is Carver, the surprise isn't hidden and paints itself across his features. Thankfully, it quickly morphs into grand offense and he recoils as if he's been slapped. ]

What? Are you mad?! [ He holds up a hand to stay whatever answer might come out of his stupid mouth. ] No, I know you are.

[ That same hand pushes back through his hair and he exhales a harsh breath. ]

No, you sodding idiot, it wasn't me. [ Somehow, he's still really offended over the insinuation. More so over the fact he's getting blamed for something his sister did and not him. ] You think I'd want to be in the same space as someone I killed and wouldn't try to do it all over again?

[ Clearly, that's the Carver Logic. ]

It was my sister [ and he spits that word out like it's poison all its own ] who did it. Not me.