Re: WARNING
Hand on the back door, Zee had to stop again to grind his teeth together. He couldn't place this one, wasn't sure if he knew its owner. It was another wedding, but it didn't have the same feel as Sam's. It made him once again want to track down the asshole that was too cold and too forceful, punch until his hand came away swollen and bloody. He had to close his eyes and take a few quick, deep breaths through his nose to try to calm down. He knew what it felt like to get fucked, both harsh and gentle, but he'd always had a say-so in it. He didn't care if the two people in the memory had just been married, it still wasn't right to force anyone. The helplessness and vulnerability, especially after such optimism and hope, made him angrier, poked and prodded at that corner of his heart that'd been softening and taking people in since he arrived in Vegas. He wanted to find the woman, see if she was still in that shitty situation. Find out if he could do something to help her. He had his own memory of a soft southern drawl calling him a white knight, and while he still wanted to deny it, he also wanted to make things right. Maybe it was Meg's sweet influence, because he hadn't let himself care before she showed up. Not for a long few years that he seemed to be making up for now.
Still angry, he pushed through the back door, shoving hard enough that it swung wildly to bang against the brick wall and bounce back to slam shut. This fucking city. He had people he needed to check on now.