Bramblepoint hollywood forever cemetery sings

Rannoch, as kind and noble as ever, turned to greet him with a friendly wave of his tail and Rian's heart ached from the intrusive thoughts he'd had of late. There was no real reason why he felt the occasional wave of distrust and malcontent. If anyone was prepared for their venture, it was Rannoch himself. But the O'Malley boy couldn't help but feel slightly taken advantage of now that a few of their new friends showed no indication of going home anytime soon. Above all, he was frustrated with the lack of structure and how Rannoch seemed to stride through the day with passive dominance painted plainly on his frame. He was the eldest of the bunch and felt almost... responsible for them all. It was stupid, and he hated his mind for betraying him like this. 

So he shook his head and licked at the scrape again, "Hey Rannoch, uh, fine." He replied awkwardly. The hormonal instinct to eck out his place in the pecking order was slowly driving him insane, especially with his brother in such close proximity with his head elevated about his own. Troubled didn't even come close to defining him right now. He kept his eyes locked on the place between Rannoch's eyes as he continued, "So this," he blurted, "what are we even doing?"