home is where the sleep is

Wilder stops, half on his bed as Vesper speaks basically to his butt. Her tense tone has him feeling bad for what he said. Ugh, he didn’t like feeling guilty. She’s makes sense though and that’s the most aggravating part of it.

“Ya ain’t gonna lose us,” he says quietly, a sigh exhaling from him. “It’s just… when you’re tied to the slave name, what happens when the Warlord cuts you off from us? Takes ya for himself or sells ya off?” The words taste disgusting as he says them, hating the Warlord more that he has to worry about his friend being taken away.

“No one is expecting ya to be tied down. It was just a thought,” Wilder adds on sorely, his lips turning downward before moving fully onto his bed and plopping back down with a huff.