[ she's mad at him. that's expected. he cornered her in an aggressive manner and she has no reason to believe that he wasn't about to beat the hell out of her or worse. after all, Bigby knows nothing about her past and the problems she has dealt with. his intention is well meaning ― at least for himself, anyway ― and he wasn't about to do anything that didn't need to happen. the proof is that he was able to pull away without putting a hand on her. a finger, maybe, but nothing more.
... and his chest, but haaaay. ]
I think I've played more than well with you. You have to realize that we don't know what we're up against. Who they are, how many, and for how long do they plan on doing this shit. There's over thirty of us. You're the second of many that I intend to approach.
[ he defends himself accordingly. sure, she'll likely hold a bitterness towards his reactions. Bigby has done nothing but help her, whether it was by teaching her how to play pool, to help gather evidence of Charles' murder and just now with removing Diva's body. maybe she didn't expect him to get like that. once his blood is no longer boiling and his anger is more in check, it is possible he will feel bad. after all, the girl was nowhere near as old as she pretended to be.
but for now? he huffs and he puffs, trucking along even as she gets aggressive right back. ]
I do have a temper. I'm not an idiot. And sometimes that anger is too hard for me to keep in check. But I know what I'm doing right now. You needed to answer for yourself, and you did. [ he dries himself off with a paper towel before turning back to her, making sure to keep their distance. ] Not planning on pushing you into a wall again unless you ask for it.
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[ she's mad at him. that's expected. he cornered her in an aggressive manner and she has no reason to believe that he wasn't about to beat the hell out of her or worse. after all, Bigby knows nothing about her past and the problems she has dealt with. his intention is well meaning ― at least for himself, anyway ― and he wasn't about to do anything that didn't need to happen. the proof is that he was able to pull away without putting a hand on her. a finger, maybe, but nothing more.
... and his chest, but haaaay. ]
I think I've played more than well with you. You have to realize that we don't know what we're up against. Who they are, how many, and for how long do they plan on doing this shit. There's over thirty of us. You're the second of many that I intend to approach.
[ he defends himself accordingly. sure, she'll likely hold a bitterness towards his reactions. Bigby has done nothing but help her, whether it was by teaching her how to play pool, to help gather evidence of Charles' murder and just now with removing Diva's body. maybe she didn't expect him to get like that. once his blood is no longer boiling and his anger is more in check, it is possible he will feel bad. after all, the girl was nowhere near as old as she pretended to be.
but for now? he huffs and he puffs, trucking along even as she gets aggressive right back. ]
I do have a temper. I'm not an idiot. And sometimes that anger is too hard for me to keep in check. But I know what I'm doing right now. You needed to answer for yourself, and you did. [ he dries himself off with a paper towel before turning back to her, making sure to keep their distance. ] Not planning on pushing you into a wall again unless you ask for it.
[ she can take that however she wants to. ]