Consequences

[Sage]

It was like coming home after a long vacation. That feeling of being in the perfect place, right before you realize tomorrow you have to go back to work. Sage had already hung up the phone when he lost the connection. He hadn't felt Nox come up behind him but when he turned around Sage nearly lost it when he saw the dongle held between his two thin fingers.

He did lose it when Nox tapped him on the head - he presumed to tell him what to do. Who the fuck did he think he was? Sage didn't think he flew on reaction and his fist flew and connected to Nox's jaw. And before he could think he threw another punch. Instead of finding a meaty purchase in the man's gut before him Sage found himself pressed up against one of the basement supports near the stairs. Nox's hand was pressing the middle of his shoulder blades just below his neck. He spoke softly in Sage's ear. "Chill the fuck out."
Short of the swear word in the mix of words he didn't sound mad.

Sage struggled against his captor but he couldn't escape. How the fuck!