Gor frowned at him. It was a worried frown, concern for Slav over himself. "It isn't worth getting into a fight over," he explained. "It wasn't that big a deal."
In truth, he was worried Nik might decide to freak out on Slav as well. Slav was bigger than Gor, but not by much; if Nik wanted to bully him around, he would be able to do so as easily as he had Gor.
He sighed silently and dragged a hand through his hair again, finally dragging his eyes away elsewhere. The gesture left his hair a mussy mess, which wasn't all that unusual for him, really.