"That was reckless and stupid," Slade exploded, and you can tell from the venom dripping off his words that he's absolutely livid. His face is twisted into a furious scowl. "You could have gotten yourself killed, do you understand? What were you thinking, Grant?"

The moment the name leaves his mouth, his words dry up. There's a slither of shock in his eye, visibly drawing himself back. He runs a hand through his hair, and turns away to compose himself. You stare at him in disbelief.