@reedalerts continued from x Malcolm couldn’t help but stare at the ambassador being a bit too friendly with Jon and Jon being his ever social self, being polite back. That was his man, his captain, but Malcolm couldn’t help but feel upset. He wasn’t sure why he would, he knew Jon was dedicated to him, though his anxiety spiked and he felt like Jon could potentially leave him for anyone else at anytime. The captain deserved better than him. He took a shot of his drink before walking over to Jon and possessively wrapping an arm around the captain’s arm. “Hullo, Jon. Can I talk to you for a moment, please?”
This ambassador was quite the conversationalist. A fresh breath of air from the stuffy, older representatives that accompanied her and complained about everything. Usually, formal dinners were boring. Mundane, with Jon trying to his best to keep a conversation going. But this was surprisingly different. Until Malcolm’s arm circled his, and Jon looked over with a confused frown. “Is everything alright?” He asked with a light frown. “Ambassador Zelar was just telling me about this chain of volcanoes that erupt three times a year.”
