He doesn't expect his question to be met with another bout if cry, and he frowns before looking away.
He has never liked crying people, let alone crying omegas. The distaste and disgust are very real because they always try some shit like that with him.
Leaning heavily on calling for his wolf by being pathetic and miserable, like that will awaken the sleeper agent of being a knight.
The distressed scent this one is emitting is making his nose itch, and his wolf prances in disgust.
The last thing he needs is to smell another omega. Not when he can't be with his omega.
He wants to hurt someone.
"Language, while you're in my presence," grandmother hisses, and Travis looks at her, the crying omega all forgotten. "Do I need to come get you myself so that you will answer my calls?"
"I have been very busy," he says, but she just pins him with a bored look. Travis knows that look.
