Deepwood Weald Realized I can't not be with you

He resists the urge to sigh again when Midar questions him further, a little agitated by it. It should be obvious, he thinks, that he'd barely slept — but perhaps he shouldn't be surprised that his lover needs to ask, inattentive as he can be. Not really, He answers after a moment, focusing on Midar's soft touch and trying to forget his agitation. He knows he's only irritable because he's tired, but yesterday's turmoil has yet to leave his mind, and the lingering hurt only fuels his bad mood. Honestly, he wishes he could tell Midar that it's his fault he hadn't slept well — that he doesn't want this mateship and he's not even sure if he wants this relationship anymore, not if it's going to be like this. But he doesn't want to fight again today, so he only presses his face further into his mate's fur and releases a breath, reminding himself that it can't be that bad; he loves Midar, and Midar loves him. Surely they can work out the rest.