Redhawk Caldera Jet Song

Wow. All it took was a namedrop, and Fennec lost her cool in an instant. He should have known that to mention Penn's name would be to spark an inflammatory discussion, but he'd thought at least by now she could have seen past whatever rose-coloured glasses he felt she'd been wearing, and realize that Penn wasn't good for her. He wasn't good for much, in Bronco's opinion, but especially not Fennec. He picked her up and left her and everyone else behind as though they mattered very little to him- and all Bronco could see in him was a self-absorbed coward.

She seemed to think, for some reason, that he thought so highly of himself, and he found that to be somewhat offensive. Did she think that all of his kind gestures, the fact that he'd convinced her to move to the Glen, all of it- was because he just wanted to be seen as nice? "Fen, what do you even-" He blurted out, when she accused him of being incapable of being an asshole. He felt like she knew he was capable of it- and she should have known him well enough by then to know that he also knew that he was capable of being an asshole. The fact that they'd had arguments before was enough of an indication that there was some friction between them- but it also took friction to create a spark. 

He was gobsmacked into silence when she inferred, moments later, that he was pretending to be her friend. It winded him, and wounded him to think she could possibly even be so oblivious. Had she not noticed anything? Or had she simply chosen not to take anything seriously because she was too frightened of the truth? He wasn't sure. But he was about to set the record straight, to eliminate at least one of those possibilities. "You can't be serious," He said, his voice little more than a whisper.

"Fennec. I'm absolutely-
-fucking-
mad about you." 

There was honesty in his voice, but pain made it brittle. His admission crippled his self-condifence, and he couldn't bear to face her reaction. And so, he turned on his heel, and made to lope off toward the borders; his mind in a constant debate over whether or not she understood what he meant- and whether or not it would ruin everything.