I avoided Conner for quite a few hours by pretending to sleep, then cleaning the bathroom and my little sectioned off area. I knew he was uncomfortable, but I was fuming, and bless him, when we did cross paths in the kitchen after I’d had a shower, he merely nodded to me and asked how I was feeling. I could sense the concern through our link, and could tell he knew I had needed to work my anger out. I squeezed his hand and offered him a bit of the blood I was getting out for myself. He grimaced, shaking his head and gesturing at his lap.
“I don’t need any more engorgement in this area, thanks.” Conner scowled down at his groin. I noticed he had an icepack again, and when I snorted at his words, his head jerked up, a surprised expression on his face.
“I’m sorry. It was just.. The way you
