Heartfire ignored him pressing in on her so possessively, and that was telling enough of how weary they were from their day. He was certain she'd normally lash out and push him off. But gift horses and such meant he wasn't going to question it.
The man, Leilan she called him, reached out to greet her with a nose far too close for Dovev's comfort. He pushed against her shoulder to knock her aside a step with a hard glare on him, out of reach of the man she seemed to know, not that Dov cared about that. The guy damn well wasn't going to touch her while he was here.
"Heart, you lovely. How are you doing?"
His black eyes narrowed on him. The guy was clearly amused with his behavior, and really, Dovev didn't give a damn. And he could make himself seem as familiar with Heartfire as he wanted. He knew which of them she'd be going to bed with at night. When she allowed him near her.
"Who's your friend?"
He didn't answer that either. Heartfire could speak for herself and he wasn't in the mood for a pissing contest, and likely she wasn't either. They'd had a damn hard day, especially him, and he just wanted to go back to one of the places they slept. Or he slept. Or she slept. He wasn't picky.
He turned to her. This guy wasn't a threat. Or if he was, Dovev didn't sense it, or have enough energy to care. "I'm going home." And with a last hard stare at the Leilan guy, a sharp look of warning, he turned to walk away. To find a place to lay and rest. For probably less than five minutes until he was up and throwing himself into danger to help him forget, help him stop thinking. Stop seeing her face. Put himself into another dark oblivion until it wasn't even possible to do anything but breathe anymore.
we're slaves to any semblance of touch
Lord, we should quit but we love it too much
