Noctisardor Bypass instead of ordering an uber, we ordered a goober

Anselm was utterly unprepared for the clapback. His ears pinned and he scowled — but then relented. It is just my face.

Partially true, anyway. He brought a paw to the cut on his cheek, thumbing out the tension there as if he could tuck every ugly emotion under the soft folds of his skin. 

What he learned from Druid was somewhat different than his first assumption. Even if she thought Glaukos didn’t mean it, Anselm remembered the things the man did mean — Etienne. Himself. His neck still hurt from the mercenary’s disabuse. 

Imagine if that vas a puppy. He said absently, coming to realize with a jolt it could have been one of —

He sat up straight. How did you two even end up vith him?