Valerian flinched at Greengrass' tone, and a surge of pain shot through him. He'd bitten his tongue, he realized, as the tangy taste of blood brought a momentary grimace to his face. He leaned away from his palm and allowed his arm to lay flat on the table, his fingertips curling around the edge of the table.
Really, Greengrass was right. Then again... he hadn't really intended to help him. He hadn't come over with any tangible intention at all. He only came because he knew he'd have spent the rest of the day wondering what had been going through Greengrass' mind had he done the right think and walked away.
"Hardly. I merely wanted to confirm the source of it," he said, cocking another brow as if to say try and tell me you're agitated about something else.
Really, Greengrass was right. Then again... he hadn't really intended to help him. He hadn't come over with any tangible intention at all. He only came because he knew he'd have spent the rest of the day wondering what had been going through Greengrass' mind had he done the right think and walked away.
"Hardly. I merely wanted to confirm the source of it," he said, cocking another brow as if to say try and tell me you're agitated about something else.
