Blackbeak Bluff if you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised

The shrug was admittedly a little disheartening-- if he dismissed his own happiness so easily, Tine wondered how she would be able to keep him. It meant she had nothing to offer him but what he had hinted at so many times already. The thought made her a little cold. She was unwilling to do it, but slowly becoming more unwilling to lose her grasp on Engel.

The shadow was glad for the opportunity to stay quiet and listen to him sing, caught in her new dilemma. Youthful thoughtlessness made her forget to consider that he was already expressing interest, already staying-- in her mind, the threat of losing him was ever-present. Paranoia, perhaps. It was only intensified by the gesture she was reading far too much into, and already she was considering a possibility she would have scoffed at a few moments before.
The words of the song gave her slight comfort. She kept her face buried in his fur as she thought and listened, realizing suddenly that the song, in a way, fit her end of their strange relationship too. Nevermind that her desires for him were far more twisted than what he sang of.