"I fed him one fucking piece!" Atlas cried, pushing his chair back and standing up from the table. "And how the hell can you count me as damn friend, when you don't tell me anything? You come over, we shag, and then you leave. That's not a friend, Min. That's a fuck buddy."
Atlas growled and ran a hand through his hair, moving to the other side of the room, sitting down on the couch. Octavius slowly came over to him, nosing at his hand with a whine. He could sense the tenseness in the air, and he didn't like it. He liked Master's friend, and he didn't like it when she and his master yelled.
With a frown, Atlas scratched his dog's head, and sighed.