"The people I work for and know arent, good people. Hell the moment you left, that little idiot was already threatening you!" He was speaking kinda quickly, and he came out more panicked than he would have liked to be. He sighed and ran a hand over his face. "You didn't even do anything, but that guy from the rival clan immediately started threatening you."
Suddenly becoming extremely irritated, he snapped at Carlos. "Threatened me for what?! I didn't do a goddamn thing, even you can admit that! I don't know who you work for, so stop expecting me to understand all the things you're clearly hiding from me!" He uncrossed his arms, now facing Carlos. For the first time in a while, he was allowing his anger to show, which was not something he did often.
"I've known you for less than two weeks, how could he possibly have threatened me?! I've never even met the guy, and I hardly know you!"
Carlos narrowed his eyes, and deep down he seemed a little satisfied at the fact that Donnie was fighting back. "I don't just talk to many people. The guy found it suspicious and thought you were someone close to me. In this type of business, people don't just have many people who they willingly talk to. I'm a huge example of that." He snapped, his own anger returning. "Plus you should have a pretty good idea of the things I'm hiding from you. The fancy house, fancy clothes, shoot-out, shady business deals. You should have a damn good idea of what I do."
"No, Carlos, I don't have a goddamn clue about what you do!" he shouted, realising he had lost control of all his emotions. He stood up, trying to calm himself down, but failing, "Jesus fucking Christ, Carlos! I didn't ask to be a part of whatever freaky shit you're a part of!" He turned to face Carlos yet again, running a hand through his hair. He was now feeling a mix of anger and anxiety. "I know next to nothing about you. I don't understand the shit you do, and I hate that I keep running into you because, you know what?! You scare me. I'm constantly worried about the stuff you might do, or the people you're involved with, and it pisses me off that you're getting mad at me for things that I can't control!"
Suddenly, all at once, he snapped back to reality, and realised who he was talking to. His expression changed from rage to nervous in a matter of seconds, and he went straight to fiddling with the fabric of his shirt again. His heart was racing, and he could tell Carlos was still irritated.
Carlos had a scowl on his face as he stared at Donnie silently. "You wanna know what I do?' His voice was firm sounding. The anger and irritation were still clear in it. He then slowly stood up, "The mafia, Donnie. That's what I'm a part of, that's my life, that's my job, that's me." He snapped, "Now you have a real reason to be scared of me! I have connections, I have power, I have everything you can ever imagine. I have this neighborhood, this city in the palm of my hand! So got to the cops, rat me out, avoid me, worry, be scared of me. Hell you think that will bother me?!" He said, raising his voice as he turned away from Donnie.
He didn't care if he lashed out, but deep down the thought of Donnie being scared of him made an uncomfortable feeling settle in his stomach and he wasn't sure why.
He flinched as Carlos lashed out at him. He'd never really liked big noises, especially yelling. Not that Carlos would know this, of course. Would he even care..? Dammit. I'm gonna start crying if this doesn't settle down soon. I don't want him to see me like that.
He backed up a little, not wanting to admit he thought there was a chance Carlos might actually hit him.
"I never said I wanted to rat you out. . ." he sniffed, trying not to seem weak.
Just as he was about to ask Carlos to leave, rain began to pour down over the streets. "Dammit.." he muttered.
Carlos looked towards the window, and narrowed his eyes. After a moment, he seemed to let out a sigh. "Sorry for lashing out." He said flatly. It was easy to tell that Carlos wasn't used to having to apologize for his actions. "I'm just irritated and pissed at other things. Not you."
He looked back over Donnie, seeming to lose his tense posture as he started to calm down.
Donnie didn't respond at first, still deciding what to do about the rain. He walked over to the kitchen and began doing his dishes. Another bad habit of his was cleaning things under stress.
"It's gonna be raining pretty heavily for the next couple of hours. You can either try to drive through it or you can chill here." He offered, still fighting tears from their argument. "I get that you're pissed, but don't. . Don't take it out on me." He sighed, still facing the sink and away from Carlos. Despite his best efforts, he felt the tears beginning to flow down his cheeks. Not wanting to continue this conversation while he was so visibly upset, he walked off towards his room near the back of the apartment, making sure to remain facing away from Carlos.
He stopped halfway to his room. "I don't really care what you do. Just make sure to lock the door when you leave." He said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible. He then continued walking.
Carlos said nothing as he walked Donnie walk away. A frown made it's way onto his face and he looked down for a moment. He ran a hand over his face and after a moment he walked over to the couch and set down for a moment. He huffed as he ran his hands through his hair. His started shaking and he ended up just making fists in his hair as he closed his eyes for a moment.
He went into his room for a while, quietly letting out all his frustration and sadness. Once he had gathered himself, and checked to make sure it didn't look like he had been crying, he changed into more comfortable clothes. When he had gone to answer the door earlier, he had just thrown on whatever was closest to him. Now, he was wearing a pair of baggy grey sweatpants and an oversized hoodie.
He walked out into the living room to find an on-edge Carlos still sitting on the couch. While it wasn't exactly a surprise to Donnie, he was still a bit awkward. He picked up a remote from the coffee table and switched on the TV. He sat down next to Carlos(His sofa only has two cushions), and held out the remote.
"Watch whatever you want, I'm gonna finish up some work." He picked up his laptop as he spoke. Still waiting for Carlos to take the remote, he opened his laptop.
