With a sigh he put down his glass and crossed the living room to grab his coat as he ignored Frasier's glare.
"Niles, where are you going?"
"I'm going home." He replied, slipping his coat around his shoulders.
"But why? We haven't finished our sorting!"
"I have. I'm sorry Frasier. I just… I have something I need to take care of. Goodbye."
"Niles!"
His heart raced and he increased his steps when he saw Frasier rise from his chair to follow him. But he refused to give in. he simply couldn't stay in the same home with Daphne any longer, as much as the idea hurt him. He had to leave, to go somewhere to clear his mind. But he knew that whatever he did would do little to soothe the ache in his heart.
When he felt Frasier's hand on his shoulder, he quickly pulled away. "Leave me alone, Frasier! I-I have to go!" He could still hear Frasier's protests as he entered the hallway and he heard his name once more. And finally he turned to glare at his older brother.
"Niles, what in God's name has gotten into you?" Frasier demanded.
"Have fun sorting your candies by colors!" Niles snapped. He swallowed hard, unable to rid himself of the lump in his chest. And as he slammed the door behind him, he crossed the hallway, grateful for the speed in which the elevator doors opened beckoning him inside.