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he must’ve zoned out because when she walked in front of him it scent a jolt up his spine. he looked down for a moment, trying to mask the anger and jealousy. she couldn’t see it, he wouldn’t let her.

he welcomed her touch and rested his head on hers. the contact bought a nice warm feeling to it, almost enough to forget about his troubles. but they still remained in the back of his mind.

“sorry,” he mumbled softly, “i’m- i’m fine. i’m glad that corvus is ok.” he had to stop himself from growling after those last words. it was a lie, or, wait, no. he didn’t wish for the man’s death it was just-

it was complicated.