Normally, he rather enjoyed the sight of Az nude in his bed, especially illuminated by the sun as she was. It just highlighted how lovely she was. This morning, it didn't even register.
Nikko could wait a bloody minute. Jean would take him out, but not until Az had completely recovered from the shock of the news he'd given her.
"Me either," he agreed absently, raking his fingers through his hopeless mess of blond hair. Now, he wasn't so certain the stories could be discounted.
Jean grabbed her hands, shaking his head. Az could read him like a book. "No," he said. "It's just-" Just he was terrified of losing her. "The idea anyone could go missing at any time. It's a bit much."