“I know you better than you want me to, and if you ask me, you’re really standing here watching over me because you’re worried I might hurt myself. That means you care, by the way. In case you’re unfamiliar with the emotion.” My mouth fell open, but when nothing came out, Panther pushed the handles away from his chest, extending his arms, before slowly reversing in a smooth, controlled move. “I’m not unfamiliar,” I finally said. “More like…allergic.”
