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tegan didn't understand, and in his current emotional vulnerability he was absolutely appalled that she would ask him such a question. "why'd you ask me that?" he demanded, stopping where he stood to face her, the fur on his shoulders starting to raise. suddenly, feeling all the tension from his nightmare-- combined with all the loneliness he'd been secretly battled in lieu of the towhee x niamh situation and easy-- tegan snapped. like a fucking twig.

"are you going to fucking leave me?" he asked in the most accusatory tone he could muster up, and before she had the chance to respond he continued-- potentially talking over her-- "what-- your mom comes and you're just gonna fucking bail on me? ask me to come with you? expect me to leave my whole fucking family to follow around some kid?" some kid. how fucking rude, tegan, that is not how you keep the friends you so desperately wish you had. 

"fuck you, bat," he shot at her, and then began to turn and leave. he'd go to his fucking mom.