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It wasn't his intention to make her uncomfortable but the memories that hit him - they were like waves threatening to pull her under. There was no escape for him, not at the truth of it all, and when the nightmares began it was almost like flipping a coin to see what he'd be terrorized by. The memory of being impaled or the memory of Octavia's loss - either way, both rattled him to the core for different reasons. He tried to pretend he didn't notice the way she looked at him in confusion but he couldn't truly. He knew what she was asking of him, swallowing thickly before he dropped his gaze meekly. Stark didn't typically back down - a trait that he'd struggled over in becoming just a subordinate after leading for so long. This was different however. He'd never challenged Valette or her rule - nor did he intend to, he thought her an immaculate Alpha, but this was a different response entirely.

He swallowed again when she picked one of the hares and settled down with it. He plucked the other one up, reclining near her - close enough that his hip touched hers as he began to eat. He appreciated the effort that she went through for him and wanted to be sure that she knew it. "Next time, I'll bring dinner." He hummed out as he paused to lick the blood off his maw, blue eyes drifting over her for a moment.