Dale felt Juke's hand tighten on his arm as they reached the arrival lounge, the grip just shy of painful. His mate's fingers trembled slightly against his skin as they stopped short, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows across Juke's suddenly pale face.
He'd continued to drag Dale along with him after telling Paul to collect their bags and keep Kirk with him. The words were clipped and tense. He'd prefer to face his father without Kirk in tow—that much was crystal clear from the anxiety rolling off him in waves.
The smell of coffee and pastries from nearby shops mixed with the sharp scent of fear-sweat coming from Juke made Dale's sensitive nose twitch. He could hear the rapid thudding of his mate's heart, matching the frantic rhythm of his own. The bustling crowd parted around them like water around a stone, giving them a clear view of the group waiting ahead.
Dale sensed Juke's turmoil and waited patiently by his side, fighting the urge to fidget under the weight of unseen
