[His fists clench jerkily, and maybe the flight to the roof has more to do with putting a building between them, with securing an escape route with a blocked line of sight, than it does with any kind of intentional intimidation tactic. After all, there's very little Dave does intentionally, when it comes to feelings this raw.]
Don't tell me what I want to know or what I've earned, you untrammeled torrent of shit. Who the fuck do you think you are.
[Genuine, live fury runs beneath the impassivity of his voice, close enough to the surface to change the color of it.]
no subject
Don't tell me what I want to know or what I've earned, you untrammeled torrent of shit. Who the fuck do you think you are.
[Genuine, live fury runs beneath the impassivity of his voice, close enough to the surface to change the color of it.]
What is going on.