Gordy backed up, whispering, “I will.”
With one more nervous backward glance, Gordy left the room.
Cobra walked closer to the bed, asking, “Is there anything you need to help make you more comfortable?”
“No, thank you.” Gio softly replied.
“Seriously? He talks about leaving us and you want to tuck him in? What the hell Cobra?” Taco snapped.
Cobra sighed, “We all need to just calm down, Taco and talk this out.”
“Calm down? I know you don’t feel the link with Gio like I do, but—”
“And whose fault is that Taco? You knew he might be our sentience and you said nothing to me. I am not real happy with you either at the moment, but I know the only way we are going to communicate effectively is if we all calm down and talk this shit out.” Cobra replied tightly.
Taco huffed, “We already went over the whys, Cobra, and I apologized. Hell, at first I didn’t even understand what it was I was feeling, or why I was feeling it. Yes, Pit and the others tried to explain what it was like when they met theirs, but it isn’t the same when it’s your own. For the longest time all I knew was that I was drawn to be around him and loved the sound of his laugh. Maybe I should have told you, but, Cobra, you really have been taking on a lot of assignments and haven’t always taken me with you.”
“I’ll give you that, Taco, but at some point you reached the decision on who Gio was to us and still didn’t say anything. I just don’t get it.” Cobra replied.
Taco looked away, whispering, “I never felt the dragon heat, Cobra. I still don’t feel it and I don’t know why. If he is our sentience… and I know he is… why is it I don’t feel the dragon heat?”
“I don’t know, but it’s something to figure out because I don’t feel it either. However, that is going to be something we look into at a later time. For now, we are going to find out why our sentience thinks he is leaving us. For that we need to be calm and rational.” Cobra stated, looking back at Gio.
“I need to get out of here for a while, Cobra. If I stay here much longer I might say or do something I can’t take back.” Taco insisted, making his way to the balcony doors.
Gio swallowed hard, worried that maybe he shouldn’t have encouraged Gordy to leave him here alone with a dragon and a D.O.A. agent.
Cobra shouted out, “Taco, we need to work this out… all of us.”
Taco shook his head, “I don’t think I can do this, Cobra. I don’t feel calm and I don’t feel rational right now. Gio wanting to leave as if we are nothing… I just… I need to go.”
What? What was Taco saying. Gio didn’t want to leave, but he thought they wanted him gone? Was he wrong? But if he was wrong why were they so angry? Why did they all leave him when he was asleep?
Gio called Taco’s name just as he got to the doors, but the dragon ignored him as he opened the double doors going to the balcony and quickly took flight.
