•~•Chapter 33•~•
Darian strides down the hallways, making for the Head Beta's office, sure, he doesn't have to be there but one of the perks of rising so fast through the ranks of Warrior Werewolves meant that he could do whatever the fuck he wanted until Leon called and he chooses to spend that time helping Jaxon organize his files.
Because he's a nice person and Jaxon is his friend, yes, that's all it is. Nothing more than that, finding his hands in Jaxon's wild hair is just a work hazard, and getting lost staring at his gold-green eyes can't be helped.
Absently, he takes the next turn and bumps into the last person he wants to see.
"D, just the person I was looking for." Leon grins without humor, placing a hand on his upper hand to stop him from continuing his journey.
Darian just barely stops himself from rolling his eyes, the dickhead was his superior and could still beat his ass to the ground two out of three times so that isn't a particularly smart thing to do.