Marrion was throwing a fit.

Let no mistake be made about it; he wasn't in the middle of a tantrum. He wasn't kicking or screaming, he wasn't sulking and he wasn't turning red in the face from anger. No, most people wouldn't be able to tell that there was a fit going on at all, but France knew.

The brunette was sitting at the table, peering at his laptop from under furrowed brows, his jaw clenched tightly and his lips a firm line. He looked a little frustrated, but not angry. Frustration and anger are two completely different emotions, two emotions that lie on two totally different levels of the human scale. Marrion puffed his cheeks briefly and pressed a button on the keyboard. He pressed it again, and then, with a deep frown, he pressed the button and held it down.

The computer did not respond.

France stood from his seat on the couch, preparing to go pacify Marrion before the man did something out of order, but he was too slow. Marrion growled under his breath, the sound seeming to come from low in his chest, and flung the small computer to the floor. It shattered, keys flying, making a loud noise as the screen flashed and then went dark. The CD tray shot out of the body of the laptop and a bright blue disk leapt across the floor.

Slowly and oh so calmly, Marrion stood, strode over to the disk and bent to pick it up. After carefully inspecting it to be sure it wasn't damaged beyond use, he looked up through his dark waves of hair, meeting France's gaze with his own. Eventually, he arched an eyebrow as he put the CD away in its case from the table.

"What?"

France only shook his head, sitting back down on the plush couch and picking up the newspaper, continuing to stare at Marrion from over its grey edge.

"I had a bad day, alright?" And he disappeared inside of the bedroom, the door clicking shut behind him soundly. France sighed, wondering hopelessly at the odds that Marrion had backed up his files some place else. They were, he decided, almost frighteningly slim, and then started on the first of that night's headlines. It wasn't that he didn't care. No, it wasn't that. But Marrion would come to him when he wanted company, and France wasn't going to intrude on the man's solitude until then. even if he found himself secretly wanting to.