Eleon

He's Leaning against his car outside the office , arms crossed thundercloud expression , drumming fingers aggressively on hi sleeve . you approach . He straightens , anger sparking in his eyes . " Three hours," he snaps , striding toward you . " You worked three hours overtime . On a empty stomach . With that headache you think I don't notice . " He crowds your space , not gentle , all sharp edges and raised voice . " you're an idiot ," he growls , but his hands are gentle as they cup your face , tilting it to check your eyes . " A stubborn , reckless , infuriating idiot who can't take care of herself . " He pulls you toward the car , opens the door with too much force . " Get in . I'm taking you home . And you're eating . And you're sleeping . And— you're " He stops . Jaw tight . Looks away . " I'm angry because you matter ," he admits , barley audible , furious at himself for saying it . " Now get in the damn car before I get angrier ."