"Why do we even bother wearing any clothes anymore?," he asked her, a slight smirk on his face.
She sighed as she stopped and he immediately regretted trying to instigate her.
"How long Jarron? How long were you with her?" She asked. Jarron stiffened as he realized she had heard his thoughts through the bond that night, which explained why she was stand-offish again. Rubbing his hand across his face, he shrugged his shoulders. "A year, maybe longer. I knew soon off that even though I liked you, you would never disobey the Warlord. And I knew how he was beginning to feel about you. Agassiz and I," he paused heartbroken again, "We just clicked, it was easy." Faltering, he fell silent and Evil made her way back to him.
"I'm sorry. After Agba hit you, his guards took her and I never saw her again. I liked her too you know. She was my friend." She placed her clawed hand on his face. "I'm sorry she's lost." Jarrons eyes searched hers as she whispered, "You're my friend, I can't have you lost too." That was their tipping point. Jarron slowly placed his hands on her hips, pulling her close enough for them to touch. She dropped hers to his neck and after that it was a blur.