[ Rapidly waking up, he rests a hand on a hip as he stares down in confusion at Molly, a cold kernel of panic twisting in his chest as the vague fear Molly would get jealous over someone else starts to take root. ]
You are, what are you talking about? You're fine with Vax. Molly, it's like, three in the morning.
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You are, what are you talking about? You're fine with Vax. Molly, it's like, three in the morning.