Guy turned on some light music and rocked him a bit, taking a sip of his canned beer and closing his eyes. He had no qualms with taking a nap with his sector partner after a week like that— His only complaint was that it just stung a bitch a little at first when he put weight on his torso.

God bless.

Our bond is tighter than a beef tendon.

Kyle was the last person Guy had wanted to see in this form, eyes widening. He hissed, using his green ring to place a shield around himself-- more for his sector partner than him. "G-go." he growled shakily from the bottom of his throat.

Not a damn clue.

Honestly, I don’t know.

My future wife isn’t gonna have a future in a minute.

Don’t make me deck you.