Mish's POV
Wes is so gentle with me as he places me into the passenger seat.
He's so gentle and yet every movement feels so tender.
"Wes?" I ask, reaching out to grasp his forearm as he moves to pull away.
"I'm just moving around to the drivers seat Mish" he says, his voice so gentle as if I might break if he speaks any louder.
His fingers work to softly remove mine before he closes the door and runs to get in on the drivers side.
His fingers begin to tap on the steering wheel as he waits. Agitation seeming to form on his brow as the seconds tick on.
"Come on" he whispers, fingers continuing to tap as he looks knowingly at the packhouse doors.
I'm about to ask why when I see Jiren fly out the doors, two large bags in hand.
Jiren's eyes remain fixed on Wes, first handing over the
