Convergence

[Raffe]

“Better to be honest,” he said to Sterling. He might have added more, but Sterling whirled on the sudden interruption. Nox shifted as another approached. Popular, wasn’t he? Though Raffe saw no reason for the defensiveness, he tasted the strain on the air -- and he trusted the other man in a way he couldn’t really put into words, enough to keep both quiet and watchful. His expression was both open and curious as he looked at the two new strangers. For a moment something strange crossed his vision, but it was fleeting and forgotten in favour of vigilance. Some bad history was his presumption. He squeezed Nox’s fingers. The man’s shoulder blocked like he intended to protect Raffe as well as Sterling, though from what who could say. Another woman tailed behind the first, hands held like she beheld a wild beast. A bad feeling was growing in his gut.