Something tugged at the edge of his recognition.
The shape of her. The particular way she carried the weight of herself even now, even in this state. Something familiar about the line of her shoulders.
He couldn't place it.
His brain moved on.
To his immediate left, Marcus unzipped his pants.
Gareth turned.
"What." Flat. Disbelieving. "What are you doing."
"Come 'on.'" Marcus's voice had dropped to a whisper-hiss, his eyes still aimed at the trees. "You can't just — look at her — and not—"
"I can absolutely—"
Jin, on the other side of Devon, had already — Gareth looked — had also —
"What is 'wrong' with you people." He looked at all three of them. Devon had the protein bar back. The protein bar was now functioning as cover. "You have the combined sexual discipline of—"
"'Shh.'"
PAH! PAH! PAAAH!
The sound from between the trees cut across everything.
