There hadn’t been anything else. Just more of the same…but he had found out how close some of them had been to death. The Guild would have gotten the information eventually, but none of them would have pushed as hard as he had been. They’d have gotten the information too late to save most of them.
“I-is t-that true? Really?” Foxx whimpered. “M-me being there s-saved them?”
“It’s the truth. And you know it’s the truth, because I know, and you know, that you did something to keep them alive as long as you could, using those powers you pretend you are too young to have.”
Foxx nodded, his bottom lip trembling as his face crumpled again. “It’s true, i-it’s true. I tried…I tried so hard.”
Foxx burst into tears once again, but this time, Harlow thought that maybe Foxx didn’t sound as devastatingly lost as before. His tears were more ones of relief and acceptance, even if they were still filled with pain.
Harlow wrapped his arms tightly around him, pressing Foxx’s face back into his chest. “I know you did, Foxx. I know you did.”
Foxx eyed Harlow. The human was driving, glaring out at the road illuminated by the car’s headlights as if it had offended him. While one would assume it was the literal downpour causing the man’s foul mood, or even the fact that they were back to work, Foxx knew it wasn’t either of those things. Because Harlow had been pissy as fuck since the day before…after the whole Iggy thing.
Though…maybe it wasn’t the Iggy thing, and it was because Foxx had woken him up in the middle of the damn night again. Well, it had been daylight, but it was their night.
Regardless of the time, Harlow had been woken up by him, followed by him telling the man all about his stupid nightmare. After which Foxx had sat there sobbing on him for hours. He grimaced, cheeks heating at just the memory of it.
As embarrassing as it was…Foxx…did feel a little better after talking to Harlow. He just felt like he was a little less weighted down. That being said, the human was pissy as fuck right now.
Though, he hadn’t seemed pissed last night. Well, he’d been angry before they went to bed, and then when he’d woken him with his nightmare, he was not angry… But then, on officially waking up for the day, Harlow had seemed just as grumpy as he had been right before going to sleep…
Fuck a duck, he was giving himself a headache trying to figure out what the hell Harlow was mad about. “Why are you so angry?” Foxx huffed.
The human’s gaze flicked over for a brief second before it returned to the road. “I’m not,” the man said gruffly. Harlow reached into the back and snagged a water bottle off the floor.
“You are. More than usual.”
Cracking open the bottle, the man ground out, “I’m fine,” before quickly chugging the water.
“You don’t seem fine.”
“Well, I am!”
He tried to muster up some anger himself, but worry about last night had him instead nervously blurting out. “Are you mad about last night? About me waking you up? Is that it?”
“WHAT?! No! Foxx, I’m not mad at all. And if I was mad, not that I am, it would never be about that.”
He frowned. “Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
Okay, he was less nervous now… But the human was definitely still fucking mad about something, and he was pretty sure it was about Iggy…maybe…
“But you are mad.”
“Foxx, I am NOT mad.”
“You sure about that?” Foxx asked, making sure his voice dripped with doubt.
“I SAID, I’M FINE!” Harlow snapped.
“Yes, because snapping like that does scream ‘fine’ and not at all angry,” Foxx said sweetly.
The human growled. “Foxx.”
“‘Foxx,’” he mocked.
“Just drop it!”
