Deepwood Weald Realized I can't not be with you

The disastrous morning with Midar has left him shaken. He's isolated himself since leaving their shared den, making sure to avoid his lover especially — just until he can figure things out, he tells himself. But hours have passed, and though he thinks that maybe he knows what he wants now, he feels no better about the situation; if anything, he feels worse. He just can't bring himself to face Midar. Each time he thinks he's ready, each time he starts to turn to find the dark-furred man, he recalls the hurt in his voice when he'd last called his name, and his breath hitches — and then he just can't.
His indecision tears at him for hours, until finally it seems a decision has been made for him. His lover appears, silent and solemn, and Alarian flinches slightly at the suddenness of it. He hadn't noticed his approach initially, and now his heart is suddenly in his throat and his ears are hot with shame. Midar, He says, turning to face him fully and swallowing hard as he takes in the sight of him. He knows what he needs to say, but the words refuse to come. All he can do is stare guiltily, ears falling back against his skull after a moment.