So, when Terrence stepped towards the door, looking as angry as a wasp caught in a jar, Thom felt that anger for what he imagined it to be—pain. The man had to be devastated; Thom would be, if in his place. The least Thom could do was offer sympathy, the way he himself was granted it along the way. “Mr. Cope, I’m really sorry you didn’t find your dog. I sure hope you do—”
Terrence stopped and his stance dried up Thom’s throat. Speech halted while Terrence slowly turned. Thom had never seen a colder stare than the one that bored out of his eyes. “Go fuck yourself.”
Thom flinched. He stepped back, putting more distance between them. “Oh…” He jumped when he felt Justin’s hand on his back and had to force himself not to do something ridiculous like try and hide behind Justin’s body. “Did you see that?”
“Yeah,” Justin said. “You know how I told you that people can be nice, and you should just give them a chance?”
“Mm hmm?”
“Well, sometimes people are just assholes.”