Redtail Rise Never a diva but occasionally a real dick

Reek right now:

Unlike Arion, who had just wheeled into the scene, Reek was prone to the overly sentimental and once he had emotionally attached to someone, in this case Smash, it was incredibly difficult for him to let go.  In laymen's terms, he was a class five clinger.  However in this sort of situation, Reek wished he had that same, machine like, thought process that Arion had.  Unfeeling.  Uncaring.  A shallow aspect would have been so much easier to bear.  

While Smash spoke, he fought the urge to bury his face further into the side of her neck, but he refrained and remained absolutely still.  Briefly he wondered if he could even move at all, like he had become part of the ground itself.  He had become simply a fixture within the natural environment, like a tree or a rock: experiencing, but unable to do anything but stand.  Reek began to feel tears beginning to well in corners of his eyes, but he choked them back with a long and heavy sigh.  The realization had struck him like a swatter to a fly. He cared.  More than he had previously let on, and perhaps more than a married man should. But the heart wants what the heart wants (it tended to be funny that way).

The not-so-grand Poobah pulled away and had begun to backpedal.  After she had finished, Reek didn't know where to begin and instead of speaking, he simply cast her a forlorn glance before shifting his gaze back to the ground.  Even though he had just come to the realization of why he wanted her to stay, he wasn't ready to say it.  Quite frankly, he couldn't say a thing.  The long, pregnant pause that ensued cut deep.  "Please visit," was all he managed to croak before he could feel the hot sting of tears re-welling up in his eyes. 

He shifted his gaze back to Arion, hoping to hide the extent of his sadness from Smash.  "She's leaving," he quavered, voice small. Helpless. "I tried."