[Squall heard the footsteps approaching behind him and stopped, whirling around with an angry expression on his face.]

What? You want my permission to get yourself killed out there? You'll never have it. But I'm the one that's going to be going after your ass each and every single damn time to go get you out of one predicament or another.

But if you think I'm going to be happy about you getting hurt and having to explain as to why no one was there covering your ass, you can forget it.