Worf's head snapped around when he heard the man's voice. Had he left his apartment door open? Who knew. Was the door even attached to the hinges anymore since the Klingon had basically wrecked his apartment in a mad emotion-fuelled rage.
"Why do you disturb me? Go away---I don't need anyone to see me like this!"
His voice was full of anger, sadness and grief. Oh, the grief. He almost snarled at Ben, not out of malice but out of embarrassment. No one should see a warrior at his most vulnerable. Worf's armour was shed off his body and he was a useless mass of emotion. Unstable and dangerous. He picked up a smashed picture frame from the floor and noticed the picture was ripped inside. Growling, he flung it towards the wall, watching is smash into tiny pieces.
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"Why do you disturb me? Go away---I don't need anyone to see me like this!"
His voice was full of anger, sadness and grief. Oh, the grief. He almost snarled at Ben, not out of malice but out of embarrassment. No one should see a warrior at his most vulnerable. Worf's armour was shed off his body and he was a useless mass of emotion. Unstable and dangerous. He picked up a smashed picture frame from the floor and noticed the picture was ripped inside. Growling, he flung it towards the wall, watching is smash into tiny pieces.