BRIAR'S POV
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I've never felt more strange than right now. It's been two days since we rescued Tarin, and Fenrys is trying his very best to be there for him while giving him space at the same time. It's so f*****g weird, but also understandable. I put the fried bacon on the table, sitting down next to Tarin. "Sleep well?" I ask while trying not to seem like I'm pushing into his life. Tarin's dark blue eyes meet mine, and he nods, "Yeah," He croaks out, and stares at the bacon. "And how do you feel?" I ask. He only told Fenrys about his trouble with control last night. "Good," He nods, piling the bacon onto his plate. I grab the scrambled eggs, put some in my plate and hand it to Tarin, which he also piles into his plate. "You seem hungry," Fenrys states the obvious, and I shoot him a wa
