“Alright; we’re done here.” [ @ thomas, who has been Temperamental(TM) and james is comfortable enough to just be like ALRIGHT I’M NOT DEALING WITH THIS WHERE’S MIRANDA ]

{ Things I Said To My Puppy } 

Thomas stilled, perhaps for the first time since mid-morning, and simply stared at James as if struck by something. On one hand, he was rather pleased by the man’s assertiveness – on the other, he would have preferred a lack of interruption in his diatribe.

Warring with this confliction, Thomas settled for a middle ground – rewarding James with an approving hum, even as he waved a hand and dismissed him. There was little point in them engaging – he had no desire for his anger to bleed out upon the other, and that he was wise enough to retreat was to his credit regardless. 

Pacing off, Thomas considered what outlet would best serve him by way of distraction. He would like to be more managed by the time the lieutenant returned.