"Are you trying to fight me at every corner?" Flynn's voice carried sharp irritation as Timothy kept pushing back against his every word.
Flynn knew he wasn't skilled at reading emotions the way Timothy could, but he held firm to his principles. There were laws that had to be followed.
"I'm not fighting you, Flynn. I'm telling you the truth, but you're acting like I'm attacking you. Don't be ridiculous." Timothy's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Sometimes you need to use your empathy to understand the situation better."
"Did you use yours? Look where we are now."
Timothy didn't want this confrontation, but he felt a surge of pettiness. "I could ask you the same thing."
Before their argument could spiral further, Marcela appeared with urgent news.
"Sorry, am I interrupting something important?"
She asked hesitantly, sensing the thick tension between them.
