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Desmond frowned with a growl as he was pulled away the situation, the knowledge that the bar was watched on cameras far from his mind at the moment. "I don't care if he's giving you extra money," he shot back, still frowning at the blue haired boy in front of him. "That doesn't mean he should let them treat you like dirt." His hands tightened into fists as he thought about all the things that had been said to Ocean that night, frustrated tears coming to his eyes without him being about to stop them. "I couldn't just stand there and listen to it all night." His breathing was still heavy but a little slower now, chewing the inside of his cheek as he tried to get his emotions in check. Even though it was clear from what happened he still had perfect control over other's emotions he felt as if he were losing control of his own.