Sunbeam Lair baby, i do what i like

The other turned and pulled away entirely—quick, abrupt, messy, clumsy, emotional—and Daighre watched in equal parts annoyance and disgust as he retreated into the tunnels they just came from.
 
His ears pressed back against his head and his hackles bristled. A corner of his upper lip peeled back, and he sneered.
 
Because didn’t get him. He didn’t understand him.

And maybe—
 
Maybe, there was just nothing for him to understand.
 
His shoulders dropped impossibly lower. Defensive. Reactive. Uncomfortable.
 
Whatever.
 
He sat in the cavern, then, silent and alone and brooding, his ugly thoughts his only company.