Jealousy was easy to feel when someone else got to see someone they had loved and lost, and it was a dimly burning coal over the attuned bond for his close friends to feel. The jealousy mixed darkly with anticipation, a growing gnawing in his gut that boiled and bubbled until it was a fiery hue of worry painted behind every one of his heartbeats.
Deimos’ hand came up to grasp his shoulder and, as the world around returned to normal, Noah’s jealousy—and worry—turned to a sigh of relief. White and gray and blue reminiscent of his home calmed down the burning within him.
