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"WHAT THE HELL?"
Brendon grumbled agitatedly under his breath as he watched you storm down the hallway, away from him. His muscles twitched as he fought off the urge to chase after you; the extremely heated agent in front of him made any attempt at it impossible.
Sighing, Brendon turned his attention to his best friend. "Spence-"
Your bodyguard was forced to swallow the rest of his words, as Spencer's right fist collided with his cheek in a solid punch. White hot pain spread across Brendon's skin, the damage from the punch coming off twice as bad since his cheek was still sensitive from the smack you'd given him mere minutes before.
The brooding agent closed his eyes and raised a hand to his jaw, flexing it to aid the stinging in his face. Again, he didn't retaliate, because how could he? He deserved the punch – and the slap – and maybe even worse, and if the roles were reversed, Lord knows he probably would've lost his shit far worse than both you and Spencer combined.
"Deserved that," Brendon mumbled, nodding before clearing his throat and facing forward again.
"No shit," Spencer spat, wide-eyed as he tried to comprehend the complexity of the situation, "You're a fucking dick, you know that? Do you have any idea what the past year has been like? The hell that (Y/N) and I have been going through?"
"I know-"
"No, you don't!" the blue-eyed agent yelled, letting his anger spill over, "You couldn't possibly know what it was like to lose-"
It was Brendon's turn to interject now. "Really?" he asked with a frown, narrowing his eyes infinitesimally, "I don't know what it's like?"
Spencer shut his mouth and stared at his friend for a long while before looking away and shaking his head, exhaling shakily.
"I wouldn't have done it if I didn't need to, Spence."
"That doesn't make it any better."
"I know."
Spencer ran his hands through his air frustratedly as he began pacing up and down the length of the hallway.
"What the fuck were you doing, anyway?" he scoffed, perplexed as to why the hell his best friend had thought it was a good idea to fake his death for almost an entire year.
