Redsand Canyon The balance in me split by three

A half smile.
He shouldn't joke about this. This wasn't something...he should be comfortable with.
And here was Donovan calling it fun.

Bastard.

His lips pursed together again, looking past the man out of the den.
He wanted to leave, but instead, the brindle male lounged before him, so calm.
Derg could kill him right here, he supposed.
No.

"I need to go on patrol," he tried to excuse himself quickly. He wanted to get away sharpish.