The Bracken Woods it's better to burn than to fade away

The words didn't make him feel any better and if Alarian was looking for confirmation that his words fixed everything, he wasn't gonna find that here.

Stop talking.

His peach gaze seemed to harden as he finally looked at the golden male. Outander's next words came out as a firm whisper to the small governor. You don't fuckin' owe me an apology but I suggest - strongly suggest - that maybe you get your shit together with whoever-it-is instead of almost fucking others. Especially if you know it isn't fair to either of us. It was then he learned he was grateful they were only ever physical instead of emotional, even more so if this was a typical stunt for Alarian.

The burly male grits his teeth together, the sound of a cough bringing his attention to the background. A dark figure who seemed indistinguishable as male or female (hell he had had the same issue with Alarian before) appeared. Outlander could only pray this wasn't the one who was someone. I'm leaving. He announces firmly to the both of them. If this one is yours, His gaze looking over Alarian to the swarthy creature. I'm sorry.

With that he offered only a snort as a goodbye and turned away to head back to the coast.