Chapter 8Zenon sat in front of the control board and checked the course, changed the course, then changed it back again. He didn’t need to do anything but keep an eye on things, but he needed to do something.
A male mate. No male had a male mate. What was the point in having a male mate? No offspring would come of it.
Carlo put a hand on his shoulder, and Zen almost jumped at the touch. “I’m sorry if I said something to offend you.”
Offend? What could Carlo do to offend him—nothing. “You didn’t.”
“You got all tense.” He placed his other hand on Zen’s other shoulder and squeezed his muscles. A shiver went through him as Carlo kneaded his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” It didn’t hurt, not at all.
“I’m trying to get you to relax.”
“Why?” Earthlings were strange creatures, but part of
