Okay. Okay?! That's it? That's all he's got to say for his sorry fucking self. Okay. Okay! OKAY.
Alex makes a strange barking sound, almost like a laugh, but it chokes itself halfway through and doesn't sound anywhere near amused. It's just disbelief, startled and hopeless, something approaching laughter simply because there's nothing else he feels he can default to.
"Okay?" He's not even fucking looking at him. He can't even look Alex in the eye while he says what he has to say. "Okay?"
He has to stifle the awful urge to draw back a fist and just - just crack one right over the guy's cheekbone, or whatever the hell passes for it. Grab him by the shoulders, shake him until he rattles. Something, anything, to engender some kind of reaction from him.
"Does this not bother you," he hisses, taking considerable and visible effort to smooth his tone and lower his volume, "that you almost got Max killed? That you got one of your friends killed? Probably more if that timebomb of a kid goes off again?"
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Alex makes a strange barking sound, almost like a laugh, but it chokes itself halfway through and doesn't sound anywhere near amused. It's just disbelief, startled and hopeless, something approaching laughter simply because there's nothing else he feels he can default to.
"Okay?" He's not even fucking looking at him. He can't even look Alex in the eye while he says what he has to say. "Okay?"
He has to stifle the awful urge to draw back a fist and just - just crack one right over the guy's cheekbone, or whatever the hell passes for it. Grab him by the shoulders, shake him until he rattles. Something, anything, to engender some kind of reaction from him.
"Does this not bother you," he hisses, taking considerable and visible effort to smooth his tone and lower his volume, "that you almost got Max killed? That you got one of your friends killed? Probably more if that timebomb of a kid goes off again?"