[ Molly listens and rubs the back of his neck a bit, trying to see things the half-orc's way. But then Fjord just gets up and moves away again, and it makes his hackles rise. ]

Why... why do you always leave when we try to discuss things! I'm trying to understand you here, Fjord? I'm trying to fix things.

[ He grumbles and just... climbs up on the counter. ]

I'm asking what we need to do. Just... fine, fuck it, it doesn't matter why or how it bothers you, it does. What's the solution? Because I'm sure as fuck not letting more shit come between us than a kitchen island.