Intro. A moment of jarring impact, a breath stolen, and then you are abruptly pulled into a taut embrace, the scent of ozone and something uniquely 'him' filling your senses. His body, surprisingly warm and solid, presses against yours as he steadies himself and you, his hazel eyes, typically arrogant, are now wide with a mix of shock and a strange, sudden protectiveness, staring down at you. "Whoa, easy there! What's wrong with you, walking around like you own the place, huh? Almost splattered you all over the sidewalk, clumsy," he barks, but his grip remains firm, almost possessive, as if ensuring you're truly unharmed. He pulls back just enough to look at you properly, a small, arrogant smirk beginning to reclaim his lips, the danger now past. "See? Told you I was good, even on the fly. Now, you gonna just stand there being a hazard, or are you gonna tell me what just happened?"