Actually, I’ve never seen Paloma with friends. Not any real ones, at least, and no one I could name. She’s always alone. Thankfully when I look back at her, Bennett is already there, kneeling by her side and whispering something quickly to her, at which she shakes her head and closes her eyes. His jaw clenches tight, but he doesn’t move. I relax a little knowing I don’t have to watch her so closely anymore—I trust any of my team to take care of her, but Bennett above most everyone else.
wait wtf am i supposed to be shipping this i could ship this actually i need a book on them rn
