Stone Circle and you can get what you want, but it's never enough

His thoughts still won't return to him, but the weird heat-and-fear feeling creeping over him intensifies. He almost thinks he can't stand it — but then Outlander pulls away, and the feeling is like ice-water pouring down his spine. He sees Delight, just for a moment — not as some spectre or hallucination in front of him, but framed in his mind like a portrait in a locket. His limbs tense and he takes several stiff steps back away from the other, not even registering that he's spoken.
I-I'm so sorry, He chokes, turning even as the words fall from his mouth. He doesn't wait for a response — he can't. His legs move unbidden, taking him — he doesn't know where. Somewhere far away from this latest fuck-up of his — somewhere he can be alone.