The photographer was a teenage boy who was blushing and looked a little awestruck until he saw Sparkle's face. Then he became interested in fiddling with his phone.

Hernando turned his head to see why Sparkle had tensed. Something flashed through his eyes for a moment because anyone taking pictures of him was a tiny bit triggery still, but it was only a flicker and then gone again.

The hand at Sparkle's waist traveled up to run extremely possessively over his shoulders. Letting his palm play over the muscles gone bunched and protective.

Nuzzling in toward his ear, he murmured, "Sparkle? What is it?"