Adrien had tried to be understanding. He'd tried to work with this guy, end to end. He'd given him leeway, he'd backed the rest of the medical staff off of him, listening to him and done everything he could to play nice.
But there was sympathy and then there was letting someone walk over you like a doormat. Not to mention, as threats went, Andyr wasn't even really in the top ten, which was actually probably (if anyone had the patience to dig deep) the root cause of his hitting the wall.
The doctor was known for having a temper that was already dodgy and events in his own life meant that picture Andyr was painting, hit a little too close to home for comfort. It was imagery that stirred up nightmare scenarios of Adrien's own. Nothing he was in any state of mind to try to actually explain; not that words had ever been his strong point in the past.
Instead, he defaulted to action.
Taking the data pad, upon which he had been dutifully recording the information for Andyr, Adrien set it down on the floor. Drawing a handgun from under his uniform coat, tucked into the small of his back, he chambered a round, the gun leveling at the data pad with obvious intent.
As the gun cleared the holster, a low raspy sort of screech, a sound of obvious distress came from Courser, who was sinking down on his haunches, ears flattened to his skull. He didn't look ready to attack, if anything he looked extremely distressed as his eyes and his feelers seemed to flicker between Andyr and Adrien. ]
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Adrien had tried to be understanding. He'd tried to work with this guy, end to end. He'd given him leeway, he'd backed the rest of the medical staff off of him, listening to him and done everything he could to play nice.
But there was sympathy and then there was letting someone walk over you like a doormat. Not to mention, as threats went, Andyr wasn't even really in the top ten, which was actually probably (if anyone had the patience to dig deep) the root cause of his hitting the wall.
The doctor was known for having a temper that was already dodgy and events in his own life meant that picture Andyr was painting, hit a little too close to home for comfort. It was imagery that stirred up nightmare scenarios of Adrien's own. Nothing he was in any state of mind to try to actually explain; not that words had ever been his strong point in the past.
Instead, he defaulted to action.
Taking the data pad, upon which he had been dutifully recording the information for Andyr, Adrien set it down on the floor. Drawing a handgun from under his uniform coat, tucked into the small of his back, he chambered a round, the gun leveling at the data pad with obvious intent.
As the gun cleared the holster, a low raspy sort of screech, a sound of obvious distress came from Courser, who was sinking down on his haunches, ears flattened to his skull. He didn't look ready to attack, if anything he looked extremely distressed as his eyes and his feelers seemed to flicker between Andyr and Adrien. ]