[ He flounders for a second, because— Alec has a point, but still. Faraday is goddamn mad, and he doesn't quite know why. For the mess in general, for those handful of seconds where he legitimately thought Alec had left him to twist in the wind, for the way his heart had stopped when those shots rang out and when he saw the ragged hole in Alec's gut where the bullet had torn through—
Angry is easy. The strange, cold undercurrent rolling beneath it all – that's difficult. ]
It's not the same and you know it. [ But even this comes out with a little less conviction than Faraday would like. ] You don't have what I have.
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[ He flounders for a second, because— Alec has a point, but still. Faraday is goddamn mad, and he doesn't quite know why. For the mess in general, for those handful of seconds where he legitimately thought Alec had left him to twist in the wind, for the way his heart had stopped when those shots rang out and when he saw the ragged hole in Alec's gut where the bullet had torn through—
Angry is easy. The strange, cold undercurrent rolling beneath it all – that's difficult. ]
It's not the same and you know it. [ But even this comes out with a little less conviction than Faraday would like. ] You don't have what I have.