Any thought Bones had to yell'n or holler'n about what Rose said was undercut entirely by Wash. And while it was dumb, while he wasn't say'n anything that wasn't true-
You didn't yell at a lady. Especially an INJURED lady.
Well no, that was a lie, Bones has done the same damn thing his own self more than once when it was appropriate. But right now it- was appropriate he just was used to be'n the one that did the yelling. Which now meant it was up to him to either roll with it or change the tone of the night.
When he turned to yell at CASEY, who was already looking pretty contrite? That's when Leonard's temper snapped right back.
"THAT IS ENOUGH OUTTA YOU WASHINGTON!" He cracked out, standing up to face Wash head on, every inch of a southern, pissed off father.
It felt pretty damn strange, being on this side of things. Defusing the situation wasn't about to happen. But damage control? That he could do. He took one steadying breath and let his eyes slip back down to Casey- then over to Rose and Greg.
Damage control. Right. Arm flung back, he pointed to the hall leading to the bedrooms. In a tone that offered absolutely no room for argument, he ground out. "Now MARCH your snappy little butt to your room and think about what you just did."
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You didn't yell at a lady. Especially an INJURED lady.
Well no, that was a lie, Bones has done the same damn thing his own self more than once when it was appropriate. But right now it- was appropriate he just was used to be'n the one that did the yelling. Which now meant it was up to him to either roll with it or change the tone of the night.
When he turned to yell at CASEY, who was already looking pretty contrite? That's when Leonard's temper snapped right back.
"THAT IS ENOUGH OUTTA YOU WASHINGTON!" He cracked out, standing up to face Wash head on, every inch of a southern, pissed off father.
It felt pretty damn strange, being on this side of things. Defusing the situation wasn't about to happen. But damage control? That he could do. He took one steadying breath and let his eyes slip back down to Casey- then over to Rose and Greg.
Damage control. Right. Arm flung back, he pointed to the hall leading to the bedrooms. In a tone that offered absolutely no room for argument, he ground out. "Now MARCH your snappy little butt to your room and think about what you just did."