I turned away from it, from them, ignoring Folk’s quizzical stare. I was a weirdo who got hornier than ever when I was tired, and right now I felt too fuckin’ frayed to control myself. Go to bed. Tempting, but I knew Nash wouldn’t until he’d debriefed at least Saint, and getting my head down while he was still working felt a million kinds of shitty. “You don’t have to protect me too.” Goddamn, he was so wrong about that.
