There's a heavy smack of open palm connecting to the wall just above his shoulder. Octavian does not flinch, does not look away even when Antony leans in, accusatory finger digging into the center of his chest. Perversely, he wonders if Antony might strike him, might- 'Get away from him,' cuts in Agrippa's voice, sharp and commanding. Whatever tension was running under his skin abruptly leaves and Octavian pushes Antony off with a firm hand to his shoulder, a respectable distance between them once more. 'Agrippa,' says Antony with a smile, all his teeth on display. 'Octavian's loyal dog.'
in an earlier version of this Antony calls Agrippa a young girl with a crush, but I'm saving that one for later lmao
this is a redraw of a comic I posted back in 2022!
