Noctisardor Bypass delete the microwave

They were somehow on the same wavelength. He was busy pulling apart the fish and lapping at the fresh blood from the belly, but his ears turned, and when he had washed his mouth with red and was satisfied, he looked at her.

I meant to head home. It wasn't much of an answer, but he still ruminated over what to do with himself. Their togetherness didn't change much for him. Is that what she wanted to hear? They held no connection to one another except this new and physical thing, but Glaukos didn't know what to do with that.

I'm... Not so great on my own. He admitted this openly, but did not explain beyond it. Glaukos didn't want there to be miscommunication either, though. What do you want? From him, from this home she sought that was empty - he watched her now, wondering.