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“What the fuck was that back there?” Harrison hissed, barely in the room before he started lecturing you. “Do you not realize what could have happened to you? If Matt wasn’t there to save your ass, like usual.”

“But I’m fine, aren’t I?” you scoffed, struggling to sit up properly but too stubborn to show any signs of pain in front of him.

Harrison paced around the small space, formerly just a weapons room, but Matthew had set it up so you could rest. “Fine?” he laughed bitterly. If he was being honest, he’d never been so terrified before. All he remembered was appearing at the scene to find you covered in bruises and your own blood, on the brink of conscience. In that moment, he realised that despite trying to convince himself that he hated you, it terrified him you might not make it. “You’re not exactly fine right now. The only reason you’re here and not a hospital bed is because we can’t blow our covers.”

“I can’t believe you,” you muttered, looking down at your hands and messing with the bandages. “Go lecture someone else. I’m so over your shit. All you ever do is treat me like a child, or like I’m incapable, when I’m just as capable as everyone else.”

It was true. Since you met, he gave you a hard time. Although he tried to pass it off as a distaste for your reckless and stubborn behavior, he couldn’t quite grasp it himself. Not able to understand the knot in his chest every time you went out alone on a dangerous job, or the slight jealousy every time he’d walk past you and Matt practicing together. And the way he treated you, only pushed you further to rebel. Making you much more frustrating to him.

“Well, an adult wouldn’t almost get themselves killed.” He rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Shut up!” you raised your voice, staring at Harrison once he stopped pacing, noticing that he seemed a little startled by the change in your volume. “I-I’m sorry but I’m not a child, okay?” you mumbled. A small part of you felt guilty. Nothing compared to how frustrated you’d become; it was almost as if he didn’t believe you were able take care of yourself, even though you’d tried to prove yourself time and time again.