[ Waver could hear the glass shatter through the door. He's already got his key out, just about to put it in the lock and just let himself in, respect for their privacy or not, when the door swings open to show Berserker standing there.

For a few moments, Waver only stares at him. ]

...excuse me?

[ Why is he here?

At least Berserker has the decency to step aside and let him through so Waver doesn't need to shove him over. Suddenly, all that worry and anxiety he's been feeling since the crush of Diarmuid's grief had woken him not long ago all solidifies in a surge of jagged, uncharitable frustration.

He's angry. Berserker has been through something awful, and he came here to make sure his friend and his Bonded are okay, and maybe it's not fair to be mad at Berserker right now, but--

Dammit, he doesn't get to ask that stupid question. ]

You know why, you stupid oaf.

Kick me out if you don't want me here, but stop being an absolute fucking idiot, pretending like you can just ignore what happened now because you happened to get lucky.