Gar rolls his eyes at the comment about homeless people. Glass houses, Dorrek. But he doesn’t push it anymore or argue for the moment.

“Okay,” Gar says and looks around. He’s really still kind of disbelieving if the fact that this is his space. It kind of makes him wonder about Dorrek more but he’s also eager to be alone, to finally transform into a tiger again.

It’s like a part of himself had been cut off.