Cassian exhales impatiently, shoving his hands in his pockets before they can change too obviously into fists. He is not panicking. "Do what, exactly? He's got a dimensional portal lying around, or what? --Sorry," catching himself. Being rude to the blind guy they've woken up in the middle of the night is hardly going to help anything, and neither is snapping at--
--at someone who's not his husband. He remembers that, belatedly, and flushes. "Sorry," he says again, more quietly. "I'm a little - I'm a little on edge here."
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Date: 2019-02-03 03:40 am (UTC)--at someone who's not his husband. He remembers that, belatedly, and flushes. "Sorry," he says again, more quietly. "I'm a little - I'm a little on edge here."