[This isn't where he wants to be - barking at people and trying to get them to see reason and work together and all that bullshit, especially not when he could be out shooting a few things in the head. Not when he could be out watching her back. It makes him antsy and agitated - energy he's pouring into keeping lists and trying to organize teams, but still fretting. Still bothered. It's not sitting still, but it nonetheless leaves his teeth on edge and the genuine notes in her voice don't necessarily smooth those ruffled feathers.]
You don't have to be running about risking your neck out there either, you know.
[And isn't that just an ironic role reversal. Christ, even he's aware of it.]
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You don't have to be running about risking your neck out there either, you know.
[And isn't that just an ironic role reversal. Christ, even he's aware of it.]