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"What were you doing out there?" The voice from his office doorway was quiet but firm.
"Well-"
"How are we supposed to stay safe if you run back to save people who don't want to be saved?" A furiously waving arm punctuated the words, and he almost laughed.
"They-"
"Don't give me that look. Just don't. You nearly got yourself killed, and just because you came out of this unscathed...well, that's not an excuse."
"But-"
"Damn it, Jack." Daniel shook his head. "Sometimes I think you don't have enough sense to come in out of the rain."