“Had a proper tantrum, he did,” Rex goes on, still glowering at Jack. “A mutant tantrum. It was awful. You’re awful. Scared the shit out of Nina.”
“Nina has cold hands and no soul,” Jack scoffs. “That woman ain’t scared of shit.”
“You made Dylan cry.”
“Dylan needs to grow the hell up. I barely touched him.”
“Youbithim!” Rex exclaims, incensed.
Jack seems to feel zero guilt over that because he’s awful and insane.
“Bitch invaded my personal fucking bubble, and I was tired.”
“On the calf,” Rex says scathingly. “You bit Dylan on thecalf. Who bites people on the calf? Are you secretly part goat? Is that what Obsidian Inc. is into these days? Genetic goat fuckery?”
“He touched my hair.”
“You made Lola quit.”
“Good. She was a wimp with no respect for physical or emotional boundaries. No, Lola, you cannot justcryon people; keep your pathetic expulsion of body fluids to. Your.Self.”
Rex throws his hands up, officially done with this shit. “You’re a nightmare!”
Jack glares at him. “You’re a mean little doctor with a cruel, shrivelled little heart.”
I clap my hands to get their attention, eager to put an end to this before it escalates.
“Okay, okay, could we please return to adulthood at some point before someone gets their hair pulled?”
“I’m not touching his hair,” Rex sneers, serving Jack with another scornful look. “You heard him; he bites people for that shit.”
“Oh, no, is Damon North a jealous man?” Jack asks sardonically. “Will he beat me up for biting his boyfriend?”
“Yeah, he will,” Rex says, a violent gleam in his eyes that worries me. “Right after I’m done stabbing you with a scalpel.”
I hold up a hand and wave it around in a halting motion. “No, no, we’ve been over this, no stabbing people with things, please. Stabbing is bad.”
Jack screws up his face like he doesn’t agree. “Is it,though?”
“Yes, Jack, yes, it fucking is,” I say emphatically.
“Speaking of stabbing,” Rex interjects, jerking his thumb at Jack, “has this one told you about the situation with Dan?”
“Oh, but you’re okay usinghisreal name!” Jack complains sourly. “He’s the reason Leo got shot!”
Rex gives him another one of those judgmental appraisals. “You’re the one who shot him.”
Jack all but growls at him, “Because of—"
“About him wanting to talk to me?” I interrupt before they can start sniping at each other again. “Yeah. I’ll go see him as soon as I get out of here.”
Jack bolts up in his chair. “You bloody well won’t—"
Rex talks right over him. “Say ‘hi’ to the prisoner for me.Hedidn’t bite anyone when we did his medical workup.”
“Yeah, that’s my brother, a real classy fucker,” Jack says dryly. “Always keeps his teeth to himself in social situations.”
I just resist the urge to turn over and bury my face in the pillows in a bid to escape yet another brewing bicker fest, mostly because it wouldn’t help. Rex and Jack have no sense of decorum or common decency and would probably claw each other to shreds right on top of me.
