"I told you I was going to New York," Paxton snapped. He held up his index finger and the glare that he was giving his little brother would have been enough to make anyone wither back. "And what deals I am engaged in, and who I am making them with, is absolutely none of your fucking business. What the fuck do you think? You think you have the right to question me right now?"
Ambriel opened his mouth, about to protest on behalf on Davian's behalf. "Davian wasn't-"
Paxton's furious gaze turned on the angel. "Not another word. Here's a doctor coming, he's going to look at my idiot brother, and you're going to hold his hand."
Paxton turned around, obviously done, as a doctor approached them. With a dismissive hand gesture made it clear he needed to go with the blond and the sickly looking boy and the doctor amended his course while Paxton strode on towards James, trying to reel in his anger.
"Okay," he said, his voice softer, less clipped. He wanted to kiss James, but they were too public for that. Instead, he settled for looking penitent. "Okay. I have to stay. I have to damage control, because this fuck up spells out trouble. But I know you hate it here. How about you go home and dream up ways to get back at Davian for your shoes, and I come back as soon as I can and make it up to you?"