"I thought you wanted more of an explanation and I didn't name names," he replied, trying to keep his tone light.
"If I'm one of your keepers then that also means you're my boss," Azriel pointed out. "And the last thing I think you want to know is the details of my personal life."
He shook his head. "You also don't understand this. It's not," He groped for a word and failed. "It's inexplicable, I wouldn't know where to start."
Azriel knew he couldn't explain it reasonably. Nothing had been reasonable or even logical with Stephen and now that he'd contacted him again... It was if this war and even Stephen's wife... They were just inconvenient obstacles.
He moved and leaned lightly against the tent wall, glad the structure was strong. "Just go and give the drink to... Whoever," He couldn't even remember who was on duty tonight. "I'll be fine in the morning."