Be that way

Carson purses his lips in thought, letting Misty get to the door again before stopping her. His gut ached from a lack of food, and he couldn’t deny that company would be nice. Though Misty indeed evoked impulsive actions, he had no ill intentions, and it was obvious that she knew it.

“Sure, you come in here, dangle food in front of my face, then threaten to walk away.” He flops down on his cot, resting his back against the wall. “Alright. Be that way. But you’ll have a bear on your hands tomorrow if you don’t at least stay for five minutes, and for crying out loud, give me something to eat.”