Curtis opens his mouth to respond, only to stop when he catches a flash of movement from the corner of his eye. Instantly, he turns toward it, arms already tensing up as if preparing to punch whoever might try to --




Oh.

Well.

Never mind, then.

Some of the warmth drains from Curtis's thoughts, sinking into a quiet resignation. He lets out a tired sigh and tries to shake off the flight-or-fight response tightening his shoulders.