[Chase has several tells when he starts getting pissed off. A certain tightness across the shoulders, tension rendering the corners of his jaw into sharp angles. And he's not feeling particularly amused right now.
Yes, this is a curse, he's not taking it as a variant of anyone's standard behaviour, but until midnight rolls around he doesn't feel like pandering to petty violence. Gathering Eden up against himself, he ignores Angela and nods to the other doctor in the room.]
[break on through to the other side]
Yes, this is a curse, he's not taking it as a variant of anyone's standard behaviour, but until midnight rolls around he doesn't feel like pandering to petty violence. Gathering Eden up against himself, he ignores Angela and nods to the other doctor in the room.]
Can you help me support her head, please?