your voice cracks like a piano

Scully's anger remained clearly manifested across his body as he waited for an explanation that he knew would not satisfy him. Whatever happened between Clouse and Ellery was not good for the older Archer's plan, and he did not do well with others foiling his plotting, especially something this involved. Was it even salvageable?

Avella's words followed swiftly after his own, and he appreciated for the umpteenth time that she was here; he'd never had anyone outside of his parents so often on his side. Scully would feel a lot less secure and a lot more crazy without her to help validate him.

Of course Clouse couldn't outrun Ellery, the boy confirmed as he hurried to explain. Scully's eyes narrowed, and none of the aggression in his features changed as it was claimed that the blonde know-it-all wasn't here to take them back to Nineva and the witches. While that might very well be true, hell maybe Clouse cried his way out of trouble, and Scully did miss traveling with his uncles, he saw his opening to keep the upper paw and went for it.

"Tsch," Scully scoffed as he rose to his feet. Even without rising to his full height, he cast a shadow over his small cousin.

"Ellery can say whatever she wants.  Use your head, kid; she didn't follow you this far just to hang out. She just wants to deal with us all together, with her backup."