Firefly Ravine Bittersweet Berries and Stinging Nettles

”I was,” he started, am, taking pity on you. But I’m not s’ good at readin’ others.” he’d told him that already. ”An’ I thought it was pretty clear we were both wantin’ the same.” he’d said that too, but Phobos hadn’t seemed like he’d respond in insult this afternoon. 

He glanced over to see the kid still sitting there. At least he was obedient.