Kintla Flatlands [m] so please don't take me for no fool

His jaw clicks shut again, and he lets the silence stretch. What can he say? This happened behind his back before they’d gotten together—would they have, if he knew? Kratos can’t think, overwhelmed suddenly, as if he’s been skinned raw.
Why not me then, why didn’t you ask me— nor hell, even Phillip—the punk is easy to bully over and maybe he could have eventually gotten over the curiosity thing as two friends jerking it off, but… not with Mal. Not like this.
Ha, maybe Kratos has an inferiority complex he didn’t know about—or really want to admit. But Mal is better than he is in every way, and it shows.