The tension sliced through the room like a blade, immediate and lethal every muscle locking, every breath suspended as the predators waited to see who would bleed first.
Exile reacted first because of course he did. A low, instinctive hiss slipped out of him before he could stop it, shoulders tightening, posture shifting forward like he was about to step in on something that wasn't his.
"…yours? she's mi-"
smack
Richard didn't even look at him as he hit him across the back of the head "not now."
Exile snapped his mouth shut, jaw tight, eyes still burning into Victor like he wanted to argue it anyway.
