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Garrett definitely looks tired, but not enough for Owen to care. Honestly right now he'd have to downright pass out for Owen not to do anything, and even then he might have found it hard to resist, with the pollen messing with his head. Deep down he knows it's fucked up, how much it could push him to lose control, but at the moment Garrett is soft and willing and smiling at him, and that's all the consent he needs.

Lips stretched to a smirk, he shifts so he's partly on top of Garrett, a leg hooking over one of his own as he reaches for a wrist and pins it to the mattress. He dips his head down and takes Garrett's lips in a deep kiss, tongue pushing into his mouth and forcing it open.

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Owen doesn't budge. He won't give an inch from where he stands, he will protect Blue if Garrett ends up trying to attack her again, even if that means he'll be the one getting hurt.

"She's just an animal," he counters, then goes on to add. "And yes, I do. I do know what she's capable of, I've seen it. But I'm telling you, she's not a danger here. But she does see you as a danger right now, so I'm asking you, please don't give her reason to defend herself."

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Owen lets out a gasp, surprised and caught off-guard. It all becomes clear rather quickly when Garrett mentions pollen, though, his eyes widening with a trace of concern to his gaze.

"Oh, I'm gonna be a big problem for you, believe me," he growls, low enough that he sounds almost like a wild animal that's just been cornered and is ready to defend himself. "Let go of my wrist, Garrett. Now, or I will make you."