Firefly Glen I breathe you in again

He nodded along with her explanation, smiling. He was okay with meeting whomever she had in mind. And. . .a Blackthorn! Compared to the numerous Redhawks he'd met, the other half of his double-barreled surname were pronouncedly absent. That alone stoked his curiosity.

Sure, he replied, and when she howled, he waited alongside her for this Penn, this childhood friend of hers.

A. . .romantic interest? He wondered about that. He wondered if Fennec was just better off leaving the romance well enough alone, given her history. He didn't want to see her hurt again.

But. He withheld judgment for now.