Davian had started to get antsy when Lake took his time returning from the restroom, he looked away from the door and scanned the hall, not surprised to find Clint missing and that was his cue to get the hell out of his seat.
He only saw the back of Clint, not catching sight of Lake until he came close enough, and when he did, he caught the tail end of Clint's sentence.
"Take care of Lake and my baby," Clint calmly repeated, putting himself in front of Lake.
Lake gave in to the urge to massage his temples now, feeling a headache coming on.
He knew that Clint had good intentions, but things were already delicate between him and Davian, he didn't need this.
Davian blinked, it felt like he had been bashed on the skull with a metal bat. "What?" The question was said in a strangled whisper.