Asher scowled. Stephen's answer was the furthest thing from being good enough. In fact, it was just plain stupid and wasn't much of an answer at all.

Reaching over, Asher snatched the pen out of his mouth ( to hell with his sanity) and whipped it clear across the room where it rolled somewhere between Joey's bed and the wall.

Childish, yes, but he didn't give a shit. And if he was asked why he did it, well, he didn't know, either.