Redhawk Caldera Jet Song

He would have kept going- but when she shouted a threat at him, he slowed and stopped. He wasn't sure if it was worse for him to face her now- after having confessed his feelings, or if it was worse for him to face her considering that he'd just tried to run off on her. The last thing that Fennec needed was for someone to walk out on her, and he felt ashamed of himself for being such a coward. He'd had words about Penn, before. He'd had words about Penn and about the way he'd gone off, running away from things he feared and now here he was, teetering on the edge of making himself a hypocrite. It made him angry with himself, but he was also angry at Fennec, too. 

He hadn't gotten terribly far- she'd screeched at him almost immediately, so he turned and stomped back toward her like a moody child after being chastized. His hackled bristled, but he obediently heeded her order, glowering the whole time. He sat back down, his shoulders hunched and ears pinned. This was possibly one of the worst feelings in the world- but he was, essentially, hers to command.  No matter how ashamed he was of himself. 

His anger was still just simmering below the surface, but he did what he could to control his tone. In his experience, any fuel he gave Fennec could be turned into an inferno in a heartbeat, and he knew he'd already pissed her off enough. So he tried to give her what she wanted- and he figured that by returning, he was giving her at least somewhat of an apology. He should have spoken it out loud- but it was too hard; he had too much to say and he couldn't hold it back. He knew better than to egg her own, but he couldn't help himself. "Look. D'you want me to be an asshole or not? Because I can't get over- and don't interrupt me 'til I'm done- I can't get over why you still defend Penn when I do everything I can think of to make you happy, but it's not enough. Meanwhile, he's been nothing but an asshole to you- and everyone else- but for some reason you practically fucking worship him." He complained. It was an exaggeration of fact- but that was simply how he felt. Why anyone would give Penn any quarter at all was beyond him. "Is it because you actually don't like me at all, or is it because maybe you're scared that you do?" He demanded.