Alex's fist closed around the coffee can and the thin metal crumpled, cold coffee running over his knuckles.
He didn't notice it, but kept walking across the path, his jaw set, and his red eyes on the two figures by the bench.
"Calm down." Liza hissed, floating close at his shoulder. "Don't hurt him. I can feel your killing intent from here."
'I'm not going to kill him.'
"Your eyes says otherwise."
He opened his hand, the crushed can remained stuck in his fingers, dripping onto the gravel.
He breathed out through his nose, slowed his pace, and made his shoulders drop.
"Look at him, though." Liza said, her pink eyes flicking to the tall man beside Alice. "I don't sense any ill intent. He isn't here to hurt her."
Across the path, William noticed him, his hand was still resting on Alice's shoulder, before he pulled it away, then bent toward her, and said something short and low.
