He did keep saying that. He didn't want to hurt him. He did want—no, need—his help. He wasn't lying. And—
He was losing it.
"And what if I was?" he asked, his voice ominously low as he took another step into Greengrass' personal space. He could have reached out, grabbed a hold of his collar again or even yanked him by those curls, but he didn't. He hunched over just slightly but enough to be noticeable, as if preparing to pounce any moment. "What would you do about it?"
He was losing it.
"And what if I was?" he asked, his voice ominously low as he took another step into Greengrass' personal space. He could have reached out, grabbed a hold of his collar again or even yanked him by those curls, but he didn't. He hunched over just slightly but enough to be noticeable, as if preparing to pounce any moment. "What would you do about it?"
