Simms didn't stop until he was in Interrogation Room B, where he pulled Chase up by his shirt and threw him hard into the table. He pulled a set of handcuffs off of his belt, looping them through the slot on the table meant to keep prisoners restrained there, then locking them around Chase's wrists. He felt angry enough that he didn't know quite what to do with Chase yet. He kind of wanted to strangle him again.
Instead, he looked at his arm, where he now bled from whatever it was Chase had stabbed him with. He was still too worked up to really feel the sting of it, but he was much more aware of it now. "Smartass fucking kid," he grumbled, twisting his arm to get a better look, and upon seeing the damaged skin, he sneered again and smacked Chase hard against his ear. "The fuck am I supposed to do with you now? I can't leave you fucking alone. You fucking smartass." He hit him in the side of the head again.