"Don't!" His hand goes up, one finger this close to wagging in admonition. "You don't know the first thing about Angel, you don't get to talk."
Reaching out for Fitz's neck, perfectly capable and aiming to lift him up by the sorry little excuse for a shirt collar. "I'm gonna ask you something, and I want you to be straight with me. Let's take it nice and slow, hm? What. Did. You. Tell. Him?"
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Date: 2009-04-14 09:23 pm (UTC)Reaching out for Fitz's neck, perfectly capable and aiming to lift him up by the sorry little excuse for a shirt collar. "I'm gonna ask you something, and I want you to be straight with me. Let's take it nice and slow, hm? What. Did. You. Tell. Him?"