@zack01attack He glances at Zack, like he needs to make sure for the hundredth time that he isn’t being set up.
“You’re sure we weren’t followed?” He’d been watching the roads obsessively, heart in his throat, but he’d been snuck up on before. “They’ll kill you if they see you with me.”
@zack01attack Julian can’t help the way he tenses again when the car pulls to a stop in front of the building. The way his shoulders curl in protectively, or the way his eyes scan the area, frantically searching for anyone that might be waiting for him.
@zack01attack They pull up to what has to be the safehouse Zack keeps mentioning. A less than remarkable, small, shabby apartment building.
It reminds him a little of the place he’d been given, though not nearly as lifeless or packed together.
@zack01attack Boxer only mildly protests for a second when Julian clasps the blue collar around her neck, happy to relax back against him. The car is warm. She must be happy.
@zack01attack “I told him not to try to get me out, he admits. “I told him so many times. We fought about it.”
His eyes burn. “I don’t think I’m worth all this.”
@zack01attack “You and Henry are…” He hesitate, playing with Boxer’s fur. It helps. Having her close always helps. “You’re really something.”
Confusing and strange, is what he means. But he’s not trying to insult Zack and ruin his good mood.