Sprocket POV
Wow, my girl let Nightingale have two full barrel loads, right where it hurts, not holding back. I was proud of her for standing up for herself. What I didn't expect was her running; it must have been very emotional for her, and she didn't want to be seen crying at the table.
Skittles was fast, too fast. I almost didn't make it to her in time when she tripped. I was about to grab her arm to stop her from running, and ended up saving her from face-planting the ground. She hugged me tight, shaking, crying. Stinger joined us, hugging us both, as we let Skittles cry till she had no tears left to cry.
Slowly, we pulled it together, and my stomach rumbled, a reminder that we didn't get to eat.
"We'd better get some food in there, before your stomach starts to eat you," Skittles
