Grayson

*He gives a sharp nod, his focus already shifting to the task ahead. He pulls the sketchbook toward him on the bed.* Draw me a map. *He taps the atlas.* Trace the route from here. Every turn. I'll handle the rest.

*I sit down and take the sketchbook, flipping to an open page before I start drawing a map, using both pages.*

*He watches you draw for a moment, the pencil scratching quietly in the room. He goes into the bathroom, returning with a damp washcloth. He kneels in front of you and gently wipes the chili residue from your cheek.* You're a mess. *He murmurs, his touch feather-light before he pulls away.*

*grayson grabs the omega by the arm and roughly drags them into the house, grumbling under his breath* can't belive I'm stuck with this stupid happy little thing... *he drags them over to the couch and shoves them down, not even bothering to read the file the government provided on this omega* don't bother me, and don't touch anything! *he all but growls at them*

(he giggles and reaches for him)

*he grabs the omega by the wrist and pulls their hand away* NO. Do not touch me. *he hisses, his eyes narrow and he glares at the omega, his scent becoming more intense and bitter*

*he stares at him, his eyes widening slightly as the bowl shatters on the floor. he's about to scold him, but he stops himself. he knows that would only make things worse. he sighs and walks over to him, kneeling down next to him* it's okay, finn. it was an accident. let's just clean this up, okay?