Of course, being told to 'calm down', never helped anyone calm down. But Lee did not want freak out and lose control, because if he did, the equivalent of what he had done to that bully in school would most likely happen to them. "I'm going to put music on." Lee stated as he stood, not looking at them as he walked to the player in the corner, and slipped in Plans, by Death Cab for Cutie. Music always helped him no matter what mood swing he was in. The first song on the album, Marching Bands of Manhattan played out through the surround-sound. Alternative rock with an ethereal, almost melancholy feel. ((Look it up if you haven't heard it, I love that album.))
Lee walked back to his chair and fell into it, sitting forward with his elbows on his knees, he looked to Sascha for answers to his questions, she seemed to be the one in charge.
Sascha had informed the agents that Lee was cyclothymic, disorders like it were not uncomin in those with adilities like he had. "We're with the SASD, an organization thats goal is too-" She began.
"You're here because of what I can do... Aren't you?!" Lee cut in, looking back and forth from all of them, his leg still figiting and his tone harsh, though it showed the anxeity he felt. He had seen enough movies and read enough books and played enough video games to know exactly what was happening, or at least he thought it could be. Why else would some organization he'd never heard of be sending people to speak with him? It was because they knew...
(Oh yeah, Death Cab for Cutie is good! Un-der-neath the sy-ca-morrre…{Sure it's from a different a different album, but I like it!})
Buck held up a hand, letting it glow, "We can do it too. Okay, sure, not the same as you but…" His voice trailed off at the end, and he shrugged, then stopped the glow.
Markus sighed almost inaudibly. Please shut up, Buck.