As it was, Matt didn’t wait for Vic to close the door to their apartment before he started. “What possibly possessed you to pull a stunt like that?” he asked as he surged to his feet. Vic shrugged out of his work shirt and began kicking off his boots, letting Matt’s tirade wash over him like the incoming tide. “You aren’t a fireman, Vic. You aren’t qualified to do that s**t. These guys train for years and here you go rushing in like it’s 9/11 all over again. What the hell—”
“There were kids inside.” Vic’s voice was low, forcing Matt to stop ranting long enough to listen to what his lover had to say. “Little kids, Matty. Before the fire truck even arrived. I couldn’t hear them screaming in my head and just act like nothing was going on.”
“Someone else would’ve saved them,” Matt argued.
