Shane Winchester gazed at her for a while, unable to discern any irritation, before speaking again, "You can consider it a debt I owe you. Even if you hate me, there's no need to joke about your own life and death."
Jackson Sully's gaze fell upon the wall clock and he spoke indifferently, "Zachary Armstrong is lying in ambush outside. He agreed to give me five minutes to catch up with you. Now, there're three minutes left."
Shane Winchester was momentarily stunned, glancing towards the closed room door and another bedroom, his expression growing more solemn, but his eyes revealed a trace of joy, "So you are worried about me."
"You're thinking too much. I just don't want you to die because of me."
"I don't care, we..."
"I care, Shane Winchester, I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore, including not wanting you to die because of me."
Before he could finish, Jackson Sully lifted his eyes to look at him, his gaze calm, dimmed slightly due to the lighting.
