Carr growled quietly, both a warning to D to be more polite, and to Gibney not to start anything. He stepped forward, mollified by Jason's polite comment, and Kyle's enthusiastic agreement. He dipped his head, something between a nod and a bow, teeth bared in a doggy grin as he panted, the hot sun not particularly kind when covered in thick fur, wet though it was.
Looking around, the only shade nearby was the umbrella D, Victor, and Mason had been sitting under when he'd arrived. He took one step closer, then stopped, looking around at the rest of the group. He whined quietly, wanting the shade but unwilling to leave D and Gibs alone together. He didn't know anything about Violet or Jason, couldn't trust them to separate the two young men if things got ugly.