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back, leaving his grip around the back of Dylan’s neck loose. It was a familiarity that made Dylan uncomfortable. “I told you to let me know when you were coming so you wouldn’t have to go through this.” His tone had changed to one of mild scolding and heavy teasing.
                  Dylan blinked at him, completely and utterly confused. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but the man was trying to communicate something with his eyes. It was subtle. So Dylan did the only thing he could think to do: he played along.
                  “Sorry?” He tried a smile, but he felt it came across as awkward but maybe that was fitting.
                  The man shrugged, smirking. “No skin off my bones. You had to deal with the consequences.” He idly ran a thumb across Dylan’s cheek in a tender gesture. “I’d appreciate some warning next time, though. Why didn’t you call me?”
                  He didn’t have to think too hard about answers. The man seemed to be leading him to his responses, holding his hand through this charade of a conversation. He went with what felt natural, had this been a conversation between two people who actually intimately knew each other. “I wanted to surprise you.”
                  The man snorted and rolled his eyes. “Some surprise. Why did you come on a full moon? You know that can be dangerous.”
                  “I got … um, a little lost?” He was pleased when his confusion sounded sheepish. It was more believable.
                  The man shook his head but said lovingly, “You’re an idiot.”
                  That, at least, wasn’t a complete lie. He was an idiot for having got himself into this situation. Despite the fact that some of the circumstances were out of his control.
                  The man stepped back and took one of Dylan’s hands in his, tugging him to his feet. “Come on, I’ll take you to my room.” Dylan silently stood and followed the man, stepping out into the hallway where he paused. He turned to Clark, who watched the two of them with an expression of amusement. “Sorry about all this, Clark, but thanks for finding him.”
                  Clark nodded, “It’s my job.” Then he turned to Dylan, smirking as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Sorry about the mix-up. Shoulda just said you were Blake’s mate.”
                  Dylan’s eyes opened wide, and he felt his jaw go slack. He didn’t know what to say. He turned to gape at the man holding his hand. Blake grinned and shrugged, “Okay, so I might have told everyone. Sorry about that.” He sent Clark a sideways glance and lowered his voice, “It’s still kind of a new thing, and he’s still a little shy about it.”
                  Clark grinned and nodded, “Gotcha.”
                  “See you later, Clark!” Blake said, raising a hand as he turned on his heel and started down the corridor, dragging Dylan behind him. Dylan followed him without much resistance. He still wasn’t sure what was going on, but he didn’t seem to have much of a choice either. He might as well go along with it until Blake decided to explain.
                  Blake intertwined their fingers and tugged Dylan through the hallways. Dylan did his best to remember the twists and turns and memorize the layout of the compound. It could come in handy later, whether it was to report to his superiors or for his own escape.
                  The hallway with the holding cells was long, and several other corridors branched off of it. Although he remembered a lot of stairs, Blake led him to an elevator. He pressed the button and waited. Dylan glanced around. He hadn’t seen anyone else down here except for Clark. Not a lot of prisoners in the holding cells? Or did they not feel the need to guard them? And if these were just temporary