Stay and fight and make things worse or leave and fester and make things worse. Those were his options. Thor felt his jaw tighten "I will be back tomorrow. You can not keep me out," he said, menacing. He didn't mean to be but he was so angry that he had to punctuate his statement with a point of the finger stabbed to the air. "I love you, Loren," he barked, voice harsh. "But you drive me mad. I have work to do."

He would leave his brother to stew for awhile while he went out to hit walls apart with sledge hammers. It was a very manly way to get his mind off of his poor brother.

One whom no one told him was paralyzed.