"I don't," Devon admitted. Of course he had good reasons for that. "I hate the way that he looks at you. It makes me..." He wasn't sure if he knew how to explain the way that it made him feel. Jealousy wasn't an emotion he had really learned to verbalize just yet. He didn't exactly know the meaning. "Sad, sort of, and kind of angry." He gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. "It's like he knows you better and more than I will ever know you and I don't like it." He frowned. "I wanna know you better than him."
Glancing toward the door, Devon sighed. "What's taking dad so long?" He asked, then pushed up to his feet. "They better not be in some room somewhere fucking."