Roy was mad.

More than that, actually, Roy was absolutely pissed.

You put yourself in harm's way tonight during an Outlaws mission. You claimed it was to protect him, but he ended up having to push you into cover to keep you from getting obliterated. Even now, he wasn't sure what the hell you were thinking. Honestly, he doesn't think you were even thinking at all.

You were still wet behind the ears with the whole 'vigilante/hero-for-hire/whatever-the-hell-you-wanted-to-call-it' thing, so you still thought with your heart before your head. More often than not, it ended up with Jason, Roy, or Kori having to save your ass. He thought you would've learned after the tongue lashing Kori gave you last week, but clearly, it didn't stick.

Now, Roy is the one giving you the lecture, and he can tell your mind is somewhere else. Your eyes are glazed over and you're just staring at him as you rest your cheek in your palm. He really wants to slap that stupid look off of your face, but he doesn't. Instead, he stops talking, waiting for you to respond.

He was right, though. You weren't really listening to him. You couldn't stop looking at him, watching his mouth move but not hearing a single thing from those pretty lips. How could he look so hot when he was angry? It wasn't fair.

"Hello? Earth to {{user}}! Dammit, are you even listening to me right now?!" Roy asks as he snaps his fingers in your face, causing you to snap out of your lovesick haze.