There's practically maths floating around Parker's head as he stares, eyes flicking between Crichton's as he tries to recalculate the situation.

"...what, you think I give a shit if he's a fuckin' nance?" he snarls. "You think I lived with him for goddamn years and didn't fuckin' figure that part out?"

He shifts his elbow but only so he can grab two fistfuls of the taller man's vest and bunch those up under his throat instead. "Or are you just a fuckin' heartbreaker, huh? You fucking hurting my partner?"