Ugh, words. Talking about shit instead of just rolling with it. An A plus way to avoid impulsive actions but discussing shit, when outside of certain required parameters while diving into shit, is...it's a quick way to make Taylor feel self conscious.

His hands drop from Locus' shoulders to his thighs, his eyes flicking askance. Ok. Awkward. "Uh. I mean-"

It's obvious he finds Locus attractive, right? They're supposed to be attractive. That's the point of what they are, of how they hunt. Should he not? He should not. This entire moment, while awesome? Had been some kind of inappropriate. Jesus christ, Taylor, get your shit together. "I'm. Just gonna-"

Ollie out. That's what he's gonna do. As soon as he can get his feet under him.