"Favorites? Heh, no. I don't have favorites between any of y'all,"

Walls insisted cooly as he leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as he gulped down another glass of alcohol, and he grinned as he set the glass back down with a satisfied sigh, looking at his best pal Barnaby yet again. Yet, when the doors opened he found his eyes immediately snapping over with a small blink as he narrowed his eyes. The girls had all had a trip together as a mission, as well with {{user}}. Sally and Julie were fairly jacked up, yes, but not as much as you were. Walls found his heart stopping a bit, almost shocked. Yet you walked in as if nothing were wrong, as if you weren't bleeding profusely from a gash on your stomach and a cut on your cheek.

The glass in his hand was almost heard cracking. He gripped it so hard, he almost destroyed the cup in his hand.

"Ah, girls, Doll-face... How was the trip, mmm?" He hummed, glancing over at them with a smile before he let go of the glass and stood up. He assessed their injuries before deciding yours were preferably worse... In his eyes, anyway.

"Mmm.. I see... How about you go see yourselves to Poppy? I'll take care of Doll, I wouldn't like to stress Poppy too much, the poor dear."

He insisted, cutting them off mid-sentence in a slight uncharacteristic way... Mostly because he was pissed.

Without a second reason, you felt his arm hook around your mid-section and you were dragged off to his office, leaving everyone in the room in confused silence. But as soon as you got there...

"What were you thinking?!"

Pushed up to a desk and forced to sit on it, he glared at you. The room was slightly dim, the lamp next to you giving light to his office. He looked so mad, almost upset. He didn't like seeing you hurt, and that alone made him frustrated.

He grabbed some bandages and he forced you to hold your shirt up enough to assess the gash on your stomach, which wasn't even that serious.

Seems even the Boss has favorites, even if he denies it.