Valerian felt a sudden sense of urgency at Greengrass' response, like he had to know and he had to know now. He didn't like being left in the dark, least of all in matters concerning himself, and while he'd thought his own engagement to Tatiana was the driving force of their breakup it seemed that it wasn't the complete explanation he'd assumed it was. He leaned forward, ready to go on the attack. If you're going to sit here and make me feel guilty for trying to move on I deserve to know, he would have a said, and aggressively, too. But every time he pushed, Greengrass seemed to pull back a little, seemed to shut down the conversation a little more. Aggression didn't work with him, at least not in the middle of the club.

So instead he leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. He scooted down at an angle so he could see Greengrass' face even if he tried to look down, and in doing so the side of his shoe brushed against the side of Greengrass'. "I need to know. You need to tell me," he said, and then for good measure added, "Please."

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