Clayton and Jordan
"Well, that's my girlfriend, and she's recovering from some pretty significant injuries, so." Clay shrugged. In any other setting he'd probably charge over and tear the guy away from Mercy, but he was on his best behavior. And he was grilling, and couldn't leave his meat unattended.
He trusted that Mercy could handle herself. And he was pretty sure this girl could do some damage to her guy if he was doing something she didn't like. So he assumed it was on the up. And that was hard for him, but it was incredible progress for him too.
"She's also a coyote and could rip his head off before he could blink, so I'm going to assume she's given him permission to touch her."