Firefly Glen You belong somewhere you can feel free

Perhaps he'd expected more of a reaction from her, and he realized when she pulled back that maybe he'd been fishing for something he couldn't possibly catch. He was dismayed when she drew back from him as soon as she touched his cheek, and he wanted to reach out to her but...She'd pulled back. Maybe she didn't realize that what he wanted more than anything else was to be held, when he felt as vulnerable as he did right now. Or maybe she knew, but had chosen not to give him that, and maybe this was her attempt at making boundaries. Maybe he was reading into it too much- but for whatever reason, he felt the cold steal into the space between them, and felt suddenly aware that there might be an imbalance of affections between the two of them...And that he, potentially, felt more for her than she felt for him. 

So he sat back with a sigh, but was quickly coming to the realization that maybe he needed a bit of time to himself to think it through, and get over the fact that she hadn't even been interested in reaching out to console him. She'd even huffed when he'd gestured for her to touch him and feel the scars on his muzzle, and he felt that he'd offered a very sensitive part of his soul to her- and that perhaps, she hadn't handled it the way he'd expected. 

"No," He said softly, in response. "I let him go. But I felt like a monster, anyway." He admitted. Dejectedly, he felt that that was enough personal talk, given the fact he felt he wasn't getting the support he'd wanted to get. Was it pity or sympathy he wanted? He wasn't sure- but he'd wanted something. "Anywho. That's...That, I guess. I'm...It's probably time for a border patrol." He said, and he glanced down to the fox pelt he'd brought her as a gift. "Don't, uh, forget your...pelt, thing," He reminded her gently.