"Fuck! What the hell were you thinking?!"
Darren gasped when they turned to a small alcove and Tim pushed him to a wall. He looked at him wide eyed. He was about to open his mouth and nagged but stopped when he saw the expression on his face.
"Do you even use your mind?! Why the fuck are you here?!" Tim harshly said in low voice, glaring at him and standing inches away from him.
Darren looked up at him. Why is he mad? Is it so wrong for Darren to come? To visit him? Meet his family?
"I—
"Do you fucking know what you just got into?! You came into France and you didn't even bother to think? Or ask me?!"
Now, wait a minute.
What?
"Why would I need to ask you?!"
