Redhawk Caldera The faith that sets you free

She bristled and only seemed to grow more tense as he touched her, so he restored their personal space, backing up until he could look down more comfortably at her. He pursed his lips, feeling himself growing agitated by her behavior; not because he was mad at her, but because it distressed him to learn of the elaborate plan she believed Somnia had been concocting. His first thought was to deny it all -- there was no way any of that was true. Somnia had been in love with Ashton, and Elwood had seen her heartbreak first hand after the medic vanished. But...

He wasn't sure if he truly believed Finley or if he began to entertain the idea simply because she so desperately wanted him to. Maybe -- just maybe -- there had been an ulterior motive that he hadn't recognized. After all, he hadn't even noticed that Finley had been sitting on these strong feelings for the last few weeks; he would be the first to admit that he wasn't the best at reading emotions. At the same time, though, it just didn't feel right. He didn't know what to think.

Elwood wanted to comfort her and disagree with her all at the same time, but instead he settled slowly onto his haunches, his forehead wrinkled in thought. There was one glaring fact that he couldn't deny: Somnia had disappeared without a word, and it could very well have been because she was harboring hidden feelings for him. There was no real evidence for or against that fact. After a long moment -- in which Finley presumably continued to snarl and grumble in the background -- he heaved a sigh and said, "Well, she's gone now, anyway. But Fin..." Here, he paused and gave her a pleading glance. "You know that nothing would ever happen between me and Somnia, right? I mean...it's you that I want. It's always been you."