Daniel Reaving
Thirty Thousand Club
Buh'roham pulled away from her. "I'm fine." He said angrily as he set back to work. He cursed himself. If you hadn't slept with that distraction, you would've made enough weapons to destroy those Ageless. Buh'roham shook his head trying to get that voice out of his head. He knew it was his own voice trying to guilt him out of love. It was working. "I'm fine I just need to work. More weapons, more Mechanical Warriors, more backup showing up on time."
Frowning at how he was acting. She quickly moved forward grabbing his hands and put them around her hugging him once more as all his tools and stuff on the table quickly floated up to the ceiling to get him to stop working. "Baby look at me." She said softly as she gently brought a hand to his cheek to make him look at her. "What's wrong?" She asked softly