[ At first, Rafa lets Kavinsky talk. He doesn't interrupt, but his eyes narrow at the baby talk. It's only at the end that his patience seems to fracture, and he holds up a sharp hand at the word cunt. ]
Enough.
[ More than enough. A number of different options run through Rafa's head; among them, taking Kavinsky home, turning him out on the road, taking him to Ronan's house wherever that may be, and letting him do whatever he needs to in order to settle his mind.
In the end, he does none of those. His dark eyes hold Kavinsky's for a moment, before they flick to the back seat. ]
Get in the back.
[ Rafa takes the keys from the ignition and leans back in his seat, arms folded. His face is difficult to read, since it doesn't often wear anger as cold as this. It's wearing it today. His eyebrows lift. ]
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Enough.
[ More than enough. A number of different options run through Rafa's head; among them, taking Kavinsky home, turning him out on the road, taking him to Ronan's house wherever that may be, and letting him do whatever he needs to in order to settle his mind.
In the end, he does none of those. His dark eyes hold Kavinsky's for a moment, before they flick to the back seat. ]
Get in the back.
[ Rafa takes the keys from the ignition and leans back in his seat, arms folded. His face is difficult to read, since it doesn't often wear anger as cold as this. It's wearing it today. His eyebrows lift. ]
Now, or I will put you there myself.