Deepwood Weald Realized I can't not be with you

For a few seconds, he only stared at Alarian, torn between wanting to go to him and wanting to demand answers for why he had behaved in such a way. It seemed every time he wanted more from his lover, it always turned into a fight. It was endlessly frustrating and very confusing. But the longer he stood there, the harder it was to keep from closing the distance between them--even when he was furious with the other man, there was still an invisible force pulling at him, urging him to move closer. On top of that, Alarian's guilt was obvious, and it tore at Midar, even if he had been the one to take off. He blew out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, he knew he couldn't stand there for a second longer, and Midar moved forward, slowly closing the space between them until he was close enough to run his nose through his lover's fur. But he hesitated, unexpectedly afraid that maybe in the time he spent thinking, he had decided he didn't want to do this anymore. All the scarred male had said so far was his name, the emotion present in the word somewhat ambiguous, leaving Midar unable to find any proof so far that this reunion would go any better than this morning. 

So, reluctantly, he took a small step back, still able to feel his lover's warmth, but also leaving enough space between them that he could take in Alarian's face. You said you needed to think, and I gave you as much time as I could, he finally said, voice surprisingly steady considering the amount of turmoil currently going on inside the beast.