Silverlight Terrace Don't hold your breath

He'd never sought the approval of anyone, as far as he remembered. Quite the opposite really; he sought their boundaries, the ways he could tick them off without trying. Yeah, he was good at getting his ass kicked. He kind of liked being defiant that way - his whole Loner status was one he carried with pride instead of fear, like Minty. He didn't understand why it was hard for her to leave; he'd never been attached to something, someone. Still, his brows raised with worry, empathy perhaps. It felt foreign. He didn't like it at all, but this was for Minty damnit (that's what he told himself at least, but it was also very much selfish of him to convince her of leaving like this, knowing she'd never be able to go back).

Sometimes, alone is better. He sighed, cooling off due to the somber atmosphere. I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for someone I'm not. Perhaps that's why he hadn't sought a home - a pack. He huffed, straightening his back awkwardly. And you wouldn't be alone, y'know? I could, potentially, stick with you - if you want. He said in an annoyed manner. God, he felt really uncomfortable offering this, but secretly it was what he wanted. You could say he was a bit of a tsundere.