[He had a snarky remark lined up, but then he looks up, and the tattoos sink in. His jaw sets for a moment, and he tries to push down the anger that rises up in his throat.
Not anger at this man. Not even anger at Garrett. Just an instinctive, protective rage at what had happened.]
Denying it isn't going to get us anywhere. Hurry up, before you lose a finger.
reach up high
Not anger at this man. Not even anger at Garrett. Just an instinctive, protective rage at what had happened.]
Denying it isn't going to get us anywhere. Hurry up, before you lose a finger.