Wild Tiger simply grumbled over his partner's quick wit, having nothing better to top it as they moved down the hall together. He had this nagging worry that he should be the only taking the lead since he was a better shield right, but the older man didn't want Barnaby to feel smothered than he already was. If it made the blond feel more independent then he would respect that.

Even if he wanted nothing more to walk in front of him in case something suddenly popped out from the shadows and attacked! Ugh, these hen-pecking tendencies he couldn't let go. It was like needing a cigarette really bad, but everywhere was label No Smoking.

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