"This is...." The commander opened his mouth in shock, closing it again, unable to continue. Well, there was a difference between knowing or at least guessing and seeing the real deal for oneself—one's counterpart.
"Where does he come from?" He eventually forced that question out.
"Go away, give us a minute." I answered.
"Why only a minute?" Henry, recovering quicker from seeing the commander, asked me in a tone dripping with accusation, probably thinking that I would put him away after the mentioned minute was over.
"Do you want to fight in front of him or what?" I ran my hand through my hair, feeling like a husband dealing with his overdramatic wife.
"Who is fighting? We are just having a conversation." This dumb, stubborn dog.
"Yeah, thanks for clarifying that." I snorted before turning back to the commander.
"Go the fuck away. This is a private conversation here."
The commander finally tore his gaze away from Henry and looked at me.
