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[Jul. 5th, 2009|11:58 pm] |
Felix was home for once, but he was still knee deep in records. He was using the evening to organize his personal vinyl collection, an extensive gathering of rarities and embarassing disco records. He had them spread out all over his living room along with a a few bags of microwave popcorn that he'd gone through as he worked. His expression was very serious, trying to determine exactly how to organize them this time.
On days like today, Jonas' knee ached inexplicably. He spent the first part of the morning laying in the hammock in the backyard of the main house, a bag of ice on his knee while he listened to Warner playing his guitar and whining about how his fingers ached from the lack of practice. Jonas played everyday still even though they hadn't toured in months and wouldn't for many more. He didn't want to forget how to play, as if he possibly could. But Warner's days were lazier. Spent playing with Jack for hours despite the fact that the little blonde wolf was hurting so badly over a bug, something that Jonas still couldn't understand. When he got tired of listening to Warner he got up from the hammock, dumped his ice into the yard, and started the slow procession to Felix's place. If there was one person in this place that didn't annoy him, it was Felix. He thought that now anyway. Surely by the time he got there he'd find something to be annoyed about but for the moment he thought he'd find solace there. There was no answer to the knock but he could smell that Felix was home so he went inside unintivted and found his way into the living room where Felix was, once again, organizing his records. Instead of asking what he was doing or if he needed help, Jonas slid down the wall, stretched his legs out, and just closed his eyes.
Felix found that he very much liked the fact that Jonas felt like he could just walk in. Normally, he was protective of his own space, always brushing the outskirts of the pack. Even his house was the farthest from the main one. "I can make another bag of popcorn if you want," Felix grinned. "Or, you know, you could just go help yourself to that too." His tone was amused, sweet even. He found himself getting more and more attached to Jonas everyday; his grumpiness gave Felix and endless source of amusement.
"Can't." Jonas said, but offered no explanation as to why he couldn't get up to get himself some popcorn. Instead he kept his eyes shut and just acted as if he had to stay perfectly still. His knee was throbbing. Getting to the point where discomfort was turning into straight out pain. Some days he was fine. Others he was like this and it was on these days that he just wanted to curl up and die. They had tried to figure out why his knee hadn't healed yet, but the best explanation Hunter had been able to give him was that there were just some things in their world that were still a mystery. "Didn't you just reorganize these the last time you had a day off? How many bags of popcorn have you even eaten today?" Because popcorn didn't seem like a very filling thing for a werewolf to be eating.
"Twelve," he answered matter of factly. Twelve bags of that popcorn, because that was Felix's organizing food. "And yes, but I realized that that organization system was inherently flawed and what else am I going to do with my day off?" It seemed that when Felix wasn't at the shop, he was just wishing he was there. Holding an ABBA album with no shame at all, Felix peered over it at Jonas. "Can't? Have your laziness issues grown since the last time I saw you?"
Opening just one eye, Jonas peeked at him and his brow furrowed, obviously disgruntled by the comment. Though that really didn't change. Most things that Felix said left him disgruntled. "I'm not lazy, asshole." He closed his eye again and just folded his hands into his lap as he tried to just zen out. Wendell had told him that people who experienced chronic pain often found solace in meditation, or guided meditation. So Jonas had read a book on it. And he'd gone to some stupid yoga therapy class with Warner and Emmett but it hadn't done him any good. Instead he just sat quietly and thought about how fucking much pain he was in. But he was trying then. Meditating. Lining up his chakras or finding his focus or whatever. Zen fucking master. It never lasted more than a few minutes before he got bored or the pain just started to irritate him even more. With a sigh he shifted down and laid on his back. He hitched one knee up, left the injured one bent and laid against the ground which would make his hips ache if he laid like that for too long. It was lose lose. His body was falling apart.
Watching him closely, Felix's grin started to fade. The wolf inside of him could see injury quite easily, and it was telling him that Jonas was some kind of prey. It made his heart skip a beat, despite the way his human side felt immediately guilty for what he knew was the cause. Getting up, he stepped carefully over the records scattered on the floor, unable to prevent himself from wanting to go closer. "I'm sorry," he said quietly as he knelt down beside Jonas, hovering over him. He wished there was some magical drug he could get for the coyote, one that could burst through their strange systems and take the pain away. Felix inhaled, the residue of Jonas's weaknesses causing an icy finger to run down his back.
The guilt was always so thick when Felix first sensed his pain and it always annoyed Jonas. But everything annoyed Jonas. "Stop apologizing for it." It had been months before and it hadn't even been Felix's fault in the first place. Opening his eyes, he hadn't realized how close Felix had gotten until he could see him and it immediately put him on edge. He knew the way the wolves operated. The way they looked at him when he went limping around the house. He was already weaker than they were, as far as their beasts and physical strength went. That hadn't ever mattered when he had had his speed. He and Warner had been sleeker and more nimble than all the wolves. The could outrun them, out manuever them. But now Jonas couldn't even do that and he knew that a few of the wolves would prey upon that. Even Felix. It was worse in Sullivan and Austin. Worse in Shane. Wolves that were far more alpha than him to begin with but even more so now that his mobility was hindered.
He liked that response, the little snap of fear that he could sense. But Felix would never let his beast get out of hand, not in such a way that would hurt Jonas. A flicker of a smile sprung back to his mouth. "Want me to rub something for you? I hear that can help with pain." There was no missing his double meaning. Felix could easily flirt with people, though often times when it got right down to it, he bolted. Jonas had not been able to escape this push and pull pattern of Felix's. Currently, the other man was caught right in the middle of it, having Felix's full attention when it came to these matters of attraction.
It was nice to have his attention, but it was always fleeting. What was worse was that it always seemed to happen right when Jonas seemed to be getting to the point of no return with Felix. Today he knew what Felix was doing and while most days he would have given into it anyway, today he just frowned and furrowed his brow again. He wasn't in the mood to have Felix flirt with him, toy with him, only to turn him down at the moment of truth. "No." He didn't want anything to be rubbed, he didn't want Felix touching him if it was going to be like that. Today wasn't a day to give in, to flirt back. He couldn't deal with the inevitable disappointment.
That was the trick to Felix. Run the other way, and he would give chase. "You came here for something," he noted, reaching his hand out to brush along Jonas' stomach. His breathing had gone a little shallow, and he could feel himself going into that mode where it would be difficult to pull back and switch gears.
Lifting his hand, Jonas knocked Felix's way with a casual brush before he laid it back down against his own chest. The disinterest was obvious as he turned his head to the side and looked away from Felix with a sigh. "Warner was complaining about how his fingers ached from playing the guitar too long today. If he just kept on it everyday they wouldn't ache like that but it's the first time he's played since we got here." And that was months ago. If he could, Jonas played everyda. When he couldn't he played twice as long the next day to make up for the lost time. Usually in the mornings, first thing. Sometimes also before he went to bed, just to get in a little extra time.
Felix frowned and ignored what Jonas was saying about playing music, even though he usually loved to listen to him talk about it. What did he care if Warner's fingers hurt? Leaning down, he kissed Jonas's cheek. "I want to distract you. Are you really going to come in here, looking this good, tempt me, and then turn me down?" His voice whispered warm in the coyote's ear. Felix was really revved up.
"What good is a distraction?" Jonas asked him. The whisper made him close his eyes and he tried to ignore how good it felt to have Felix that close to him. But instead of giving in, because that was the easy way out and because it was what would cause Felix to drift away, he just turned onto his side so that his back was more to Felix and he could tug his knee up a little bit to settle a hand onto it. Sometimes pressure made the pain less intense. It also distracted him from Felix's insistance that he needed a distraction.
His fingers slipped just beneath the hem of Jonas' shirt, touching his waist and smoothing his thumb against that skin he wanted exposed. "Oh, I'm sorry--did you want to focus on the pain? There's a smart option." His voice remained low and his mouth moved down the man's neck and now over the exposed nape just below his hairline. "You know, I knew it wouldn't be a wolf." What he meant by that was entirely up in the air.
Jonas would have had to admit, if he was being honest, that Felix's fingers on his skin felt like a slice of heaven in comparison to the way his knee throbbed. Putting a little more pressure on it, it was easier for him to forget about the pain as the wolf kissed along the back of his neck. "What wouldn't be a wolf?" he asked, distracted from his grumpiness even if he didn't want to be. It didn't seem fair that Felix had that kind of power over him, but he always had.
"This," he said vaguely as his hand hitched up higher underneath Jonas' shirt. Felix knew exactly what he meant, but spitting it out was going to be a long time coming. It was entirely possible that he'd fuck it up by keeping it inside until it was far too late and Jonas was long gone. There was something supremely sexy to Felix about getting physical amidst the mess of his record collection. Finally, his hand changed directions and went downward, pointedly resting against the front of Jonas' pants.
The hand on the front of his pants completely short circuited his brain. Every thought he'd had was gone, leaving behind just a blank slate to allow him to more fully experience the sensation of fingers pressed against him. Instead of saying anything, because that took real thought, he slid his hand down on top of Felix's and pressed. Fingers pushing the other boy's down against the denim a little harder. Then he guided them up to the top of his pants, and down again but this time on the inside of the fabric.
Oh god, Felix had really done it this time. His eyes fluttered shut, and the heat against his fingertips made him keenly aware of the way his own pants felt against his body. "Something tells me I'm going to taste like popcorn." It took a lot to shut Felix's mouth up, and he continued to murmur and quip as the moment continued. After a second, his fingers curled inward, fingernails grazing across the skin of Jonas' hips as his palm crushed down into him.
"Then don't kiss me on the mouth." Just tempting him to do it, really. Pushing his hand down a little farther, he pulled his own back, leaving Felix to decide what he wanted to do with his hand on his own. Jonas was already getting hard, though it was taking a little more effort today on account of the pain. But even that couldn't stop his arousal as Felix touched him and breathed against his skin and kissed him like he did
"Can't help it," he said before closing his mouth over Jonas'. It was true, he tasted like salt and butter, and as his tongue worked between the other's lips, he wasn't self conscious about it at all. All he could think about was the way their tongues felt sliding agaisnt each other. Felix was happy like this, making out, groping, safe things, even if his heart was beating a mile a minute.
Parting his lips, he yielded with ease to the kiss that tasted like popcorn. It wasn't a taste that he would want to linger in all of their kisses, but it was one that made a mark on this moment, that would allow it to stay in his mind longer than other kisses, perhaps. Really, he knew that he shouldnt' bother with this. It was only going to leave him with sticky pants at best or blue balls at the worst. Felix would take off before it was over, he always did. Jonas had come to expect that now.
Felix expected it too, even though every single time he tried as hard as he could to keep himself from running. The very fact that Jonas allowed this to happen over and over again was a testament to how right he was for Felix. His hand kept working in those jeans, but eventually, he tugged free so that he could work the other's pants open. There were more comfortable places to go in his house other than the floor, but Felix didn't want to run the risk of breaking the moment. "Still grouchy?" He teased as he dropped his mouth down to Jonas' collarbone through his shirt.
"Yes." No. It was a lie. But that didn't mean he had to tell Felix that he wasn't in the least bit grouchy. In fact, Felix's hands were the cure all for his grumpiness. But once they weren't on him anymore it came back, so it was rare that he wasn't grumpy and he was almost never not grumpy in front of anyone else. Pushing his hips forward just a touch, he tried to get Felix to start touching him. He wanted to say, don't bother opening the pants. Just get me off with them on, it would save them the trouble when Felix ran later of having to put them back on or button them up again.
"I don't know how you keep it up," he pulled back as if that would be it. But instead, he moved so that he could settle between Jonas's legs, one on either side of Felix. "You look good from this angle." From below, as it were. Putting on his best crooked smile, he ran one hand up one thigh, the other up the other until they met in the middle and he tugged Jonas' underwear and pants down just far enough to free him from their confines.
The chatter always made the moments slower. And when they were slower there was plenty of time for Felix to decide he didn't want him, which always happened. It was slowly eating at Jonas. Flaking away all the rough edges and peeling the walls down brick by brick. He knew that within time he'd be hollow from the slow assault but he was powerless to stop it. Instead he lifted his hips just a touch and he tried to settle himself in such a way that there was no unecessary pressure on his knee.
It was Felix's most prized defense mechanism, the talking. But he'd never really been with anyone long enough for them to notice that's what he was doing. He stared down at Jonas before he twisted both hands down the length of him. "Jonas?" He asked in an innocent voice. "I've always wondered. Would it be me fucking you, or you fucking me?"
Jonas was quiet by nature. So it was generally no surprise to people that he was quiet during sex or sexual activities. The treatment he was receiving, both hands, made his hips lift just a touch before lowering back down. "I always thought it would be you fucking me." but it would never happen. There were times when he thought that Felix only riled him up just to fuck the anger back out of him, but it never worked out that way and he was losing hope.
"Okay," he said plainly before dipping his head down and taking Jonas' cock into his mouth, sucking it down. It almost surprised him, as if his body was finally fed up with being teased as well and was taking over. His own erection jumped in his pants, jerking with the sensation of Jonas in his mouth. Blue eyes looked up at the coyote, gauging his reaction.
That caught him entirely off guard. His cock disappeared into Felix's mouth and he moaned. It took everything in his power not to thrust his hips up and he squeezed his eyes shut tight enough to gain control of himself before opening them again. For as much as he needed to focus to keep control, the desire to watch as felix sucked him off was stronger. One of his hands dropped down, sliding into Felix's hair to tangle there gently.
Felix groaned around him, voice unable to stop because that was just how he operated. As a teenager, he'd had a lot of casual sex, experimenting but never committing. Big surprise there. But in all his years, he'd never run across a time when sucking cock was so fucking hot to him. He pulled off long enough to work Jonas's pants down and off of him, careful of bending his knee into any awkward positions. "I really like you," he noted, before going back to working Jonas over. He wanted that fact to be known.
Doing his best to shift and move with Felix, Jonas kept his shoulders against the floor. He let out a whimper when he bent his knee the wrong way but Felix had him adjusted again because the pain could be too intense. And the little comment about how he liked him distracted him. He was going to respond but then Felix's mouth was on him again and all rational thought was gone.
It was possible that Felix would have worried about the lack of response, but his own attentions were focused pretty heavily on Jonas's body and not his words. Once his mind was made up, it was difficult to change it, and so as long as Jonas kept going along with it, Felix was going to move forward. Perhaps afterward there would be trouble, but for now he was set on his course.
With his head tipped back, Jonas' eyes slipped shot and he ran his hands down against the carpet of Felix's living room floor. He knew if he kept squirming he was going to end up giving himself rug burn but at this moment he just wanted this. He wanted it so badly. "Felix, fuck.'
Felix couldn't resist that one, and he pulled off. "That's generally the idea, yes." With one last lick, Felix backed up and reached for Jonas's mouth. He ran his thumb along the bottom of Jonas's lip and then slipped it inside for him to suck. When it was wet, he let it drift down to press into the coyote as Felix's own mouth dropped down to continue its work on the man's cock. Clearly, Felix had a pretty good idea of what he was doing and each movement was with purpose.
There were times when Jonas couldn't help but wonder how he managed to get himself into the sorts of situations that he got himself into. This was one of those moments. How had he managed to end up in a place he hadn't really managed to get with Felix before, in spite of how hard he had tried to get there on a few occasions. These thoughts were fleeting, pushing out of his mind as Felix pushed a thumb into him. It made his back arch, hips shift, and he tried to hold still but it was impossible.
Knowing that Jonas's knee wasn't up to par, he was careful of it. But there was really only so much he could do to control himself. Talking helped to slow him down and take him out of the moment, so he kept using that method. "You know I'm going to be devestated if we roll onto one of my records." Which were still scattered in various places. He grinned as he started to kiss up the length of Jonas's body. When he got face to face with him, he locked gazes, trying to discern if this was really what Jonas wanted. No matter how many times Felix had been the one to end it, he was still terrified that this time Jonas would leave him high and dry.
If Jonas had been at all vindictive he would have. He would have just told him he wasn't interested any more and he would have pulled away from him and just left. But he wanted Felix and he had been trying to get him for a while now, even if he hadn't really consciously realized that just yet. There had to be a reason he kept coming back every time Felix turned him down. "We aren't going to roll onto one of your records." he would have laughed but he was breathless and hardly managed to get the words out in the first place.
"It'd be worth it," he growled a little and nipped at Jonas' throat, adoring the exhilaration it caused in him. His wolf knew how much stronger it was than Jonas, and now that he had him pinned, there was really no running. When he was pretty sure that Jonas was ready, he angled himself between his legs, going tortuously slow as he slid into him.
This was seriously unfair. Felix had Jonas at a disadvantage, but he supposed that he constantly had him at a disadvantage. Hitching his good leg up, he let his foot slip between Felix's legs so that they were tangled in against one another. Both of his arms wrapped around Felix and he drug his nails down his back, digging them into the small of it as if to say he wanted him to move faster, but he knew he wouldn't get what he wanted. "Felix." He moaned.
Felix couldn't help but let out a growl. He wasn't a dominant wolf, but he was a strong personality when it came right down to it. The slowness in the act in spite of the fact it was clear Jonas wanted it to move faster was Felix's way of letting the other know he was in control. His hips started to move, pulling all the way back before thrusting back in. He didn't want Jonas to even be able to think, and he was pretty sure he was doing a fair job of that.
Yes, he was. There was no doubt about that. Felix was systematically unraveling Jonas and he clung desperately to the wolf as if it might stop it from happening. He dug his nails in, arched his back and pushed himself as best he could against Felix. Closing his eyes, he wiggled down so that every thrust the other boy's hips made took him deeper. "Fuck. Fuck." He whimpered, completely at Felix's mercy at this point. This had been a long time coming and now that it was actually happening he could hardly contain himself.
He loved being able to do this to Jonas. The man was usually so prickly, quiet, or somber that pulling his reserve apart bit by bit was extremely rewarding. The fact that it felt so fucking good was a plus. It had been a long time since Felix had gone this far with someone. And he certainly hadn't done so with someone he cared about this much. Being connected to Jonas in such a literal way was making his human side freakout. But the wolf in him wanted this so badly, to be with someone on this level. Felix groaned and the sound melted into a whimper. "Jonas," he whispered and it was clear his voice was scared.
The fact that Felix was scared was sobering. It made him hold on tighter. By now picking up the pieces that Felix had so casually tugged loose was impossible. He was completely exposed and unsure of what to do now that he was in this situation. "Don't stop." Was all he could think to say. "Just don't stop." If Felix suddenly decided this was a bad idea the damage it would do would be irreversible. Jonas couldn't handle the pain of letting himself be opened up only to have Felix run away from him again. His hips rocked harder against Felix's, his good leg stayed tangled with the wolf's. "Please."
"I won't," he spoke the promise, even if his brain was screaming not to say a word. Eventually, his motions devolved into thrusting and clinging to Jonas's body as if his arms could prevent him from fleeing. When he came, it snuck up on him, and he cried out, his voice muffled by the coyote's skin.
The thrusting and clinging was enough. Jonas came seconds before Felix and he tightened around the wolf, his muscles all tensing with the climax. He was panting, clinging to him now just as much as Felix was clinging back and he turned his head to press his face against the side of Felix's head. It was more intense than some random fuck, which was what this had set out to be and he couldn't help but wonder if they had done something wrong. Fucked something up and done damage to their relationship that wouldn't be fixed.
Breathing hard, Felix stayed as still as he could, worried any movement would break a delicate balance. But finally, he sat up, rocking back on his knees so he could look down at Jonas. Silence for a long time and then laughter. "You're far too hot, Jonas." A quip instead of offering up anymore vulnerability. But even if the words were fun and nice, they fell flat and sounded like an attempt at passing this off as nothing more than sex.
The attempt worked and Jonas felt scraped hollow as Felix pulled back away from him. Without saying anything he untangled his leg from Felix's and he tried to turn over so that he could reach for his clothing. He needed to get out of there, this had been such a terrible idea. Just a fuck to him, sure, and he should have seen that coming.
Felix held onto him, held him down. He knew that body language all too well--the urge to escape. "Don't leave," he said quietly, tone dipping back into his limited abilities to be serious without being sad. "I'll help you up to the bedroom." Felix knew his first reaction had been jerky and he wanted to fix that, to learn how to behave to make Jonas stay.
Being held down made him tense up and he just closed his eyes. There was an edge of panic creeping up on him and he held still, tension coiling in his limbs. The coyote inside of him didn't like this, felt too much like prey. It wanted to flee from the situation but he couldn't. Swallowing he opened his eyes again. "I just want to get dressed and go back to my house." Because what the hell was he supposed to say or do now. "You think I am hot, that's great. I'm glad I was hot for you."
He fought his urge to hold Jonas more tightly. "Please don't leave. I know I've left you before, but I'm not going to do that anymore." He was talking fast, feeling his own panic rising up in his throat. "You--" he stopped talking, cutting off the words 'mean a lot to me.'
Jonas didn't try to get up in spite of how urgently his coyote was trying to make him. Instead he just turned his head to the side and looked away from Felix. It was almost a sullen look, and it could have been construed as a pout, but in reality he was actually hurt. And he hated that he was. Yes, he came off as grouchy most of the time and like he was a pouty baby, but that was generally to avoid feeling like this.
"Do you not want me?" That's how Felix was reading this. "The thought of you leaving to go back on tour makes me sick. But if you don't want me, tell me now and I'll let you go." He felt himself inching out on a limb, one that might snap. As soon as he said that, he wished he could take it back, because if the answer was 'no' he pictured the rest of his life being spent alone.
"I do. I don't know how you don't see it." Jonas turned his head to look back up at Felix. "I come over here because I want you. I come to your record store because I want you. Do you see me give any effort at all to see anyone else as regularly as I come to see you? Do you see me talking to anyone else or spending time with anyone else?" Warner excluded. "But you always run away and it just made me try harder and you didn't run away tonight but it's pretty clear what I am to you and if that's what I am then I don't want to be here, because it's like having my face rubbed in it."
"You don't know what you are to me. You have no idea." He frowned, letting Jonas get up if he wanted. "I didn't run this time--doesn't that get me some kind of credit? Obviously if you were just some fuck I would have done it sooner." It seemed like everything that was coming out of his mouth was wrong and he rubbed his hand over his face, wishing things were simple.
Jonas was itching to get up and leave but he stayed put where he was, just letting Felix stay seated beside him. "Then why ruin it?" Why take what they had together and turn it into something that seemed seedy. "I let you wholly unravel me and all you could do was pull away from me and make it seem like it was nothing."
Felix looked like a scolded puppy. "I'm sorry. I just wasn't thinking. I'm used to doing it this way, and I'm trying to change." Jonas was worth changing for. He looked torn, and he stared hard at the cover of a The Pixies Doolittle album. He was deciding something. "Earlier, when I said I knew it would never be a wolf--I meant a mate."
Closing his eyes, he let the words sink in to the very core of him and he just tried to stay calm but he was struggling a little bit. "I want to be with you. All the time. I think about you when you aren't around. And I don't hate you when you pull away from me, even though I should." He opened his eyes again and he looked up at Felix with a worried and questioning look. "I've already given you every piece of me, Felix, there isn't anything else if you go away."
"Then I won't go away," he was surprised that he didn't even hesitate to say that. Deep down, he had no desire to go anywhere without Jonas. Biting his lower lip, he looked incredibly sheepish. Scooting closer, he bumped shoulders with him. "You're amazing."
Jonas closed his eyes again and then he turned his head to lean it against felix's shoulder. "Take me upstairs." To his bedroom. He hadn't ever been there before. And all he wanted to do was lay in the wolf's bed beside him. Even if it was just for one night. "Lay down with me.'
"I have to carry your ass, don't I." He was back to his wry self, though it was better now that it wasn't so much a defense mechanism. Standing up, he bent down to tug Jonas to his feet. His limbs easily captured the man's weight and he started up the stairs, leaving the mess behind.
Jonas was going to say no but he was already up in felix's arms before he could respond so he didn't worry too much about it. Instead he just held onto him and kept his arms around his shoulders. Once he was settled on the bed he turned his head to look at Felix. "This means I will be slightly less cranky occasionally."
"Good," Felix said and pressed a kiss to Jonas's mouth that turned into something a little more passionate than he was expecting. His natural reaction to Jonas often took him by surprise. The man just felt right in every respect. When the kiss ended, he sighed and laughed at how content it sounded.
Jonas just smiled. He was surprised himself. This particular turn of events had caught him completely off guard but there was nothing he could do to change it now. Nothing he would want to do to change it. So he kissed him back and when it ended he laid his head back against the pillows again. "Are you still going to want this in the morning?"
Jonas nodded. "i'm not going to help you organize your records. Instead I am going to walk home tomorrow and play my guitar for a while and bum food off of the wolves at the main house. If you are interested in hanging out with me for a while then you will have to come and find me.
Felix looked uncomfortable. Jonas was going to make him work for this. Okay, he could handle that--maybe. He wasn't the type to go looking for people. Instead of answering directly, he nodded absently and fell silent.
Jonas didn't know how to fix the error he had made so he just kept his mouth shut and closed his eyes. He felt kind of odd about all of this but he wasn't going to pick a fight with him. Not right now.
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