Jameson stumbled only a little as he was shoved toward the wall. "Fucker." He growled, hitting again. "This is why you're supposed to go outside." The boss was going to have a field day with him on this.
But then everything but Evan and the desire to crack open his skull left Jameson's immediate train of thought. He picked up his fists and connected them again, and again, and again. On his shoulder, his ribs, his back.