Kintla Flatlands [m] so please don't take me for no fool

His eyes close briefly at the first words, face still turned away from Kratos, and he contemplates leaving. Only for a moment, but the thought is there; he could run and never look back, leave behind all of this hurt. The idea tempts him more than he'll ever admit. But he stays where he is.
He thinks he has a response when his mate points out that Mal had wanted him — it'd only been the scent, after all — but whatever words he'd had prepared are quickly forgotten as Kratos continues. I want you. Even in the middle of all this, the effect on him is undeniable. A shiver rolls down his spine, and without thinking he looks up and says, I'm yours, His ears flush, cheeks following suit as he registers his own outburst. He turns back toward Kratos abruptly, moving into his personal space without an ounce of forethought and seeking to press his nose to his mate's cheek. I want you, too. Only you, can't you see that?