[If it is fake, it's a very good fake. Van shakes his head, a tiny restrained movement, and smiles, albeit not a very happy smile. It's the tiredly smug expression of a person that knew exactly what was coming.] You don't need to say anything. I know how you are when upset. We'll try again, when you're ready to have a productive discussion.

[Like this was an everyday chat, about everyday things, and Asch is just a moody teenager who'll feel better in the morning. Like things between them could ever be as simple as that... as simple as that now. His hand is resting on the doorknob now, and unless Asch has anything else to say, that will be the end of their dealings today. Even Van knows Asch can only be pushed so far when unhappy before he does something foolish.

Actually, Van probably knows that better than anyone.]