Jian tried.
He really tried to throw off the man's persistent gaze.
He walked in circles, paused behind a wall, then backtracked just to confuse him. But it didn't matter. He could still feel it—that burning stare, heavy like a weight pressed between his shoulder blades.
It made his skin crawl.
It made his pride ache.
Eventually, nature's call won over his frustration.
With a fierce blush crawling over his pale cheeks, Jian gave up and stormed off a short distance from the car. He picked a spot tucked between a few toppled support beams and remnants of a crumbled building. Far enough that the Farian couldn't see anything… probably.
Probably.
Still, he couldn't shake that feeling. That heat prickling over his neck, the way his ears seemed to ring with tension.
He unzipped and peed quickly, hissing through his teeth as he felt the burning relief.
"Fucking alien…" he muttered under his breath, grinding his teeth together.
