Ian let go of Felicity, but kept her hand.
Ian bit his tongue again.
Ian didn’t think they were cool. But as long as he wasn’t being mean to Felicity.
He narrowed his eyes, suspicious.
“She made her flinch. Huh? Does that sound like comfort anr support??”
He scowled.
“Help from a distance.”
“You sure look like one.”
He snorted. “Oh, sure, with a five-plus year age gap.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, I just hit her!” He stepped in front of Felicity. “Your friend here needs to learn to keep her hands to herself.”
“She stormed with Felicity first, so don’t you even GO there.”
“Just DON’T TOUCH FELICITY,” he growled.