Redhawk Caldera (M) Don’t click play.

Towhee was quick to spot him as she emerged, her words prompting a quick response; Is it wrong to check on a friend? His smile was coy, but the rest of him emitted his guilt.

One half of his brain, the inteeligent half, was screaming for him to get back to his usual distractions; piss on a rock or three, stick his head in a mysterious burrow, just stop being such a man. The other half of course, did not agree. It should, given she reminded him way too much of his own mother, but old traditions die hard.

The next set of words thrown his way forced Cinar to freeze and think. Was there something between them? He wasn't sure, not yet. They were friends, and Alivia was a good friend who had given him no reason to think she wanted more than that just yet. That, and there was an opportunity right in front of him. What was more important.. moral or instinct?

In Siena, it was instinct. In the Caldera, he didn't know.

If you want me to go, I will. But he wouldn't go far. I want to be helpful to you, Towhee. He had lost some of the confidence from his last attempts, but to be frank, he had more respect for Towhee than he ever held for those women.