"It's not like I told them they couldn't fight at all!" Inigo says, moving up his hands into the air, almost like Fang Duobing is holding a gun to his head, rather than just his sharp tongue. "I just told them that I wasn't going to fight them!"

There's a difference there! Even Inigo, who often doubts his own judgment, knows that there's a difference there. Sure, maybe he would have told those kids not to fight if he had lingered around to talk to them for longer, but he wasn't really eager to stick around a bunch of aggressive kids, his own housemate included..

He opens and closes his mouth a few times, like he isn't sure what to even say in the face of Fang Duobing's weird intensity.

But saying nothing about it - just letting it pass - feels weird too, especially at this point.

"Seriously, is this some personal thing for you?" It's got to be, right? Fang Duobing might get a little worked up about stuff from time to time, but this feels way more intense than the usual to Inigo.