Uh, bye, Roast Beef?

I don't know what was going on in his head, but Beef just stalked out of the room without any explanation and a few seconds later I heard the front door slam. Naturally Gramma K let out an instinctual nag and wheeled around in her room a bit (she doesn't *need* the wheelchair but she usually uses it around the house, I think mainly to make Beef feel bad). I think he's not used to having anyone around to talk to when he gets worked up. I'm going to try to talk to him about this when he comes back, but for now it looks like he has a system for making time for himself.