Maybe the real question he should be asking himself is how he would feel if Cyrus had told him before this that he wanted to bring another into their relationship?
Killian huffed when no sort of emotion bubbled up.
Really?! Nothing?! Shouldn’t I feel something?!
He supposed it meant he wasn’t opposed to it? It was just, he’d never thought of himself as poly… But then, he also hadn’t expected to make it to his hundreds, and at one point, he believed that love was a lie forced on the masses to increase the population, so…
Like, he’d been opposed to even being with a single person. More than one had just never entered his sphere of thinking.
Killian rubbed his eyes, whispering, “Oh, I’m definitely overthinking this.”
This wasn’t about entering into a polyamorous relationship, this was about Ender. If Cyrus wasn’t wrongly interpreting what he saw, specifically, it was about comforting Ender. And if that was the case, considering the man had come out here, knowing how close they were to the most painful day of his life, and he hadn’t turned back once he realized who he was here to help…
Not that Killian would do it because he felt like he owed the Gorgon something, or out of duty. But if he and Cyrus could comfort a man in pain, who despite being on opposite sides of the law, constantly did the world a hell of a lot of good, often succeeding where the Bureau failed or fell short, due to the rules restricting them… Well, Killian couldn’t see a reason to stress or lose sleep over the idea.
Okay, he wasn’t exactly looking forward to the tears, but as long as Cyrus agreed, Killian wasn’t opposed to it.
He smiled as the idea settled nicely inside his head. “Yes, this feels right.”
Now he just needed to track Cyrus down and tell him.
Ender eyed Calico, feeling more than irritated that the little shit was in one piece. Okay, the Cryptid wasn’t little…he was technically almost as tall as him, but still. The Succubus squirmed under his glare, but smartly, didn’t say a word.
After a moment more of watching the fucker fidget in his seat, Ender smiled and said, “You ever fucking let a traitor on my ship again, I will be tossing your corpse out with theirs. Is that clear?”
“Understood,” Calico said, before smiling sheepishly. “I figured it could be my one fuck up, and so, uh, I just went for it?”
He snorted. “So you decided to bet your life on this being your one and only mistake, blindly hoping you won’t have any more in the future?”
The Succubus chuckled. “Yes, I indeed did.”
“You are indeed a damn fool.”
“Possibly, but to show that I’ve seen the error of my ways, I’ll be forfeiting my profits from this little venture, ay.”
“Like you were getting shit after all this anyway,” he sneered, as he pushed up from the table and walked away.
He shook his head when he swayed a bit, a yawn forcing its way out. “Fucking nightmares,” he grumbled.
Ender couldn’t really ignore it any longer, he was now in danger territory. He wasn’t sure why things were progressing so abnormally fast, when previously his meltdowns had been predictable.
Fuck, it was just so early!? Even if things hadn’t gone to shit, they would have never made it back to Earth in time.
Ah—shit! Rubbing his face, he hurried through the halls of Red Herring, before crossing the breach point onto Brick Bond, and heading to the cafeteria.
They’d managed to level out the temperatures on all of the ships early that morning. So now the ships were cold but fucking livable, and his crew had at least moved back to their normal quarters. To him, it was still freezing, though apparently to most it was fine, as many had stopped wearing their thicker coats.
Ender frowned when he walked into the cafeteria, and his body instinctively tensed. His skin itched as if he was being watched, a feeling he’d been having randomly since yesterday. He just wasn’t sure if it was in his head, or… Well, lack of sleep did tend to make him more paranoid than normal…
Ender glanced around covertly as he entered the line and grabbed a tray, almost dropping it on realizing he was in fact not being paranoid.
Why in the hell is the Siren staring at me?!His left eye twitched on noticing that Killian was not alone in his actions, Cyrus was staring pretty much just as blatantly as the other Cryptid.The fuck was their problem?!
Hissing under his breath, he quickly grabbed a damn peanut butter sandwich, a chocolate pudding cup, and milk, before beelining for the couple’s table. Slamming his tray down, he took a seat right next to the Fate, the larger man jumping as he did.
“So, do you two want to share what staring contest I entered without being asked? Or is there another reason you are both looking at me?” Ender asked, while his gaze settled on the Fate.
Cyrus swallowed hard as he looked down at him. The man’s mouth opened, but it closed within seconds, without the fucker saying a damn thing. A notable dark red flush had spread across the Grimm’s cheeks when he suddenly averted his gaze.
