"When are they going to be letting me in to see my sister? It's not going to be in your best interests to tell me 'not right now', buck-o." He'd promised Madeleine that he wouldn't kill Tim, but he hadn't said anything about maiming and now that the other man was right there in front of him the maiming was really seeming like the best plan.
He balled up one fist at his side (he was still in his dirty bloody work clothes, for fuck's sake, he'd only just walked in the door when Madeleine had gotten off the telly with Tim) and then slowly relaxed his hand, crossing his arms in front of his chest and arching an expectant brow at the boy. Nick was sorely tempted to tell him something like 'you have five seconds to start running your ass in the opposite direction', but he managed to hold back on that ... for now.
Nevermind that this had been partly Adamina's fault -- Tim should have been able to tell that she was too sick and that she needed to go to St. Mungo's like he'd said in the first place.
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