Cecilia's pov
Before anyone could escalate, I cut in. "Tang. Enough. Sit down."
He held the agent's stare a second longer before finally pulling back and slumping into his seat, arms crossed.
Both agents shared a nervous glance and wiped their brows like they'd just stepped out of a sauna.
Sawyer gave Tang a look that screamed, You chaotic menace.
Then he sighed and straightened his collar like a man preparing to give a TED Talk titled "How Not to Die in a Black Ops Van."
"Maybe next time, use your words," he muttered. "Some of us like our kneecaps where they are."
Tang didn't answer right away. His fingers tapped against his leg, slow and steady, like he was grounding himself.
Then, softly, "You okay?"
His tone had changed--gentler now, like the storm had passed.
He reached into
