He made a little pout when Graham pulled up his pants, though he supposed if they needed to high tail it out of there, Darby would be the one in a pickle. It was weird to live life as if you were constantly in danger. Even after his experience with the hunters, Darby still had a bit of his old laisez faire attitude about him.
The food was gone in a flash and he put the dish in the sink, rinsing it off but not actually cleaning it. "Do I have to? Do you really think I'm ready to be around a whole pack? If your reactions to me are any indication, I'm going to get my ass handed to me."
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