Blackfeather Woods thinking out loud

"Why" such a simple word, but had such complexity in what it demanded. Damien wasn't good at dealing with feelings, and even worse at communicating them to others, but this time it was clear to him that what Cicero felt for him was not reciprocated.

Damien stayed silent for a moment, organizing his thoughts the best way he could, and trying to pick the words he wanted to use like Cicero would do for once. The last thing he wanted was to push his brother away again, and hurting his feelings was not in the cards. Cicero was special for Damien because he was the one thing left he had, and losing him too would destroy him.

“Why?” the dark boy repeated, and then raised his head to look straight at Cicero’s eyes again, starting to get frustrated. “You tell me why,” Damien demanded, doing a poor job at picking his words and quickening into anger, but realizing that he hadn’t yet listened to Cicero’s own reasons. If he was so determined to hook up with his own brother, he ought to have very clear thoughts about it.

“Why are you so determined to do this to me, Cicero?”