[There's a logical part of Clay's mind that always idles just under the surface, sprouted there during years of training to be present even in high tension circumstances. He was trained to ignore his feelings, to work through a mark, a mission, without question or waver.
But this emotion was one he wasn't prepared for, one he hadn't even asked for, and he didn't even know how to explain, or really have the capacity to wrap his mind around it himself. He didn't have a right to be angry, he had no claim on Crystal, she was free do to whatever with whomever she wished, and yet there was a very large part of Clay who hated that, and that hatred right now had a face. Savir's.
He took a step closer the taller man, cat or otherwise, and narrowed his eyes, his breathing harsh but controlled. His voice was quiet when he spoke, and he did his best not to clench his teeth as he did so.]
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But this emotion was one he wasn't prepared for, one he hadn't even asked for, and he didn't even know how to explain, or really have the capacity to wrap his mind around it himself. He didn't have a right to be angry, he had no claim on Crystal, she was free do to whatever with whomever she wished, and yet there was a very large part of Clay who hated that, and that hatred right now had a face. Savir's.
He took a step closer the taller man, cat or otherwise, and narrowed his eyes, his breathing harsh but controlled. His voice was quiet when he spoke, and he did his best not to clench his teeth as he did so.]
You know Crystal.