"Yeah. Exactly. And since when do you get out of bed before noon if you don't have to?"
He stared at Heath for a good thirty seconds before his brain caught up and when he did, he let out an explosive grunt and slammed his fist on the table. "Damnit, Heath, you went down there alone? After I fucking said you didn't have to? What the fuck, Heath? What if something had happened? What if they'd.... fuck... you bloody moronic GIT," he raged. He wasn't mad at Heath, so much as he was terrified of what could have happened.