“Lovely.”
“You made it,” he said. His collar had enough charge for one last translation. “I was never in danger.”
“Yes?”
You hated how much you didn’t hate it.
“Define ‘not comfortable.’”
“I read your message,” you said.
“Excuse me?”
You took it with shaking hands.
Wrapped in Grunk’s arms, against the heat of his chest, you felt… safe. grunk x reader