Eyes hard. Hands on hips. She gives him a slow look, head to toe, before dragging it back up again. “Where the hell have you been?”
He’d never been more grateful for ditching the festival jacket he’d been thrust into earlier. The glitter freshly washed from his eyes and he’d managed to steal a shirt off someone, it was a size too small but hopefully she wouldn’t notice. Dallas clears his throat, a hand coming to rub at his jaw and throat before he raises a brow in Danys direction. “ Business, the awful sort. Boring and basic. I did bring you back a gift though, it’s in the hallway.” And he’s never been more grateful to his foresight abilities than now, but giving a softer smile he slides a little closer. “ I know I should have called, but you know I’m useless with keeping track and time. I’m sorry. “