... I said something to him a couple of days ago, it wasn't much. I — I wasn't feeling good, so we took a nap together.

[ Now he's confused beyond figuring out why Vax didn't push for why Fjord felt shitty over Jester's presence being in the City, it would have made sense to. Wouldn't it? Only Vax was distracted by whatever Fjord had done to him when they mated and ... they just fell asleep.

There's no anger. It's as if his chest has filled with water and he's finished drowning with nowhere to go, unsure what to do with himself; this was exactly the sort of empty gutting feeling he feared when Vax held him close and soothed his anxieties. Between disliking the thought of anyone sleeping with Jester (which he knows is horribly possessive but can't shake) and the revelation of it as one of his mates, Fjord turns around to walk back to the driftwood log where he sits back down, head bowed and arms on his knees as he stares at the sand and wills himself the strength not to let the island hurt him.

He looks tired and, like he told Molly (instead of compromising every corner of his heart over and over) he very much wants to go home. ]