Tim's body had frozen in the position the shove had put him in, all of his focus put on not getting angry, not freaking out, and not attempting to hex Nick because fuck it all if he had enough respect for the man to not touch him in such an insulting manner and----Tim couldn't help himself, he rounded on Nick, feeling almost as feverish as Adamina had, face a deep red from the flush that had over taken him.
"Get out!" he shouted, waving his arm madly at the door, "Get the fuck out of here, I swear to fucking God, Nick!"
It was inexcusable, it was so goddamn disrespectful, and Tim was used to just taking insults, jabs, anything remotely confrontational he would just take it and let it simmer and die. Ryan was always pushing his buttons to see if he could make him snap, but never had he felt this angry at a person, never had he been so willing to throw a punch or--or anything. And--and Tim knew that it was because of Adamina's precarious position, that he wasn't in the right state of mind to deal with Nick's stubborn antics, but the combination of it all was far too much for this Hufflepuff to just deal.
"Either you give me some fucking respect and let me handle my wife's situation, or you fucking leave!"
At this rate, they were both probably going to get kicked out, but Tim couldn't be bothered to think about that at the moment.
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