[His fists clench at his sides, jaw tensing rhythmically between heaves of his chest. He needs to move, he needs to ride, he needs to fucking hit something, he doesn't even know, all he knows is there's a pit of something black and violent churning in his guts, burning through his veins, unsettling him. Making him restless.
The guys are off dealing with the latest cartel-related bullshit, something big and dangerous, something that needs as many bodies as they can get, and he's stuck here, waiting for the blond doc to show up because they don't know if they've got eyes on her. They've got him on fucking babysitting duty. He could be helping, being useful, but he's here instead. Waiting. It works its way down his spine, crawls under his skin, and when she finally steps through the door he's about ready to backhand her just on principle. He's strung too tight, right to the breaking point, strung up by powerlessness and distance, and she moves closer, like that's going to help. His jaw tightens. Hands stay at his sides, fists tighten enough for nails to dig into his palms.
BWAHAHA apparently. I'm so sorry
The guys are off dealing with the latest cartel-related bullshit, something big and dangerous, something that needs as many bodies as they can get, and he's stuck here, waiting for the blond doc to show up because they don't know if they've got eyes on her. They've got him on fucking babysitting duty. He could be helping, being useful, but he's here instead. Waiting. It works its way down his spine, crawls under his skin, and when she finally steps through the door he's about ready to backhand her just on principle. He's strung too tight, right to the breaking point, strung up by powerlessness and distance, and she moves closer, like that's going to help. His jaw tightens. Hands stay at his sides, fists tighten enough for nails to dig into his palms.
He starts pacing.]
Took you long enough.