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Teleklos ghosted away, perhaps feeling a little too much pressure from the wolves on opposing sides both pushing and prodding at him, mostly metaphorically in Driftwood's case but pretty literally in Moorhen's. Before he could second-guess it a heartfelt sigh of relief escaped Driftwood at the other male's departure, the tension in his body dissipating along with it until he caught the look Moorhen wheeled on him with. Drift cringed and hugged the gravel to him. His hunched form now offered no resistance or disagreement to her whatsoever.

Her question pulled whatever other things he'd about to say up short. Driftwood himself wasn't even sure of the answer, to be honest—something felt so very off-kilter and unusual about his actions even to himself, but he couldn't quite put his paw on it. But a question from his superior, especially Moorhen of all people, demanded an answer, and so he found himself unthinkingly blurting, He was being far too familiar with you. Drift caught his tongue between his teeth and halted there, his wide, astonished eyes almost comical as his brain churned back over what he had just said. That...wasn't quite what he had expected his voice to offer up. Although he also didn't know what he was supposed to have said, either. Hastily he tried to halfheartedly amend it with, It was worrying... I mean, that's...what if he turned out to be like Aditya, or something? I didn't want to see him hurt you...or anything. The apprehension in his gaze wasn't all for Moorhen herself though as Driftwood looked helplessly up at her. He felt like he should say something else but couldn't think of anything that wouldn't likely just make everything worse. Which in turn had Driftwood concerned that maybe Moorhen was going to turn around and leave him, too, forever... although it was baffling on some level as to why that should bother him so much. But I feel like I was only just starting to get to really know her... And something in him had hoped to further that acquaintance, true. But now he might have bollixed that whole thing up singlehandedly in one fell swoop. Driftwood swallowed hard and cringed in upon himself in increasing misery. He didn't think she'd go so far as to throw him out of Undersea now, as well, but...but...

Sheesh, good going Driftwood. You've really stepped in it this time, haven't you? He hoped Moorhen could find a forgiving mood within herself pretty quickly here, but somehow in the roiling pit of his stomach he doubted it.