Redhawk Caldera Jet Song

His cheeks felt sore, as did his throat though it wasn't the same as the laughter pains he would have had from an honest, happy laugh. Something ached at the back of his throat, and he'd been more grimacing than smiling. It was an unfamiliar release of tension that left him feeling a little nervous, and a bit rattled by the fact that that was his reaction. Fortunately, Fennec seemed to take it in stride; he was probably lucky she hadn't been able to see the :JoliShit: emoji look on his face. 

He was a bit surprised that she'd known he'd been frightened of the den. If she had known, then why had she chosen to gift him with another den? To him, it was probably one of the worst realizations he'd ever had, making it a very elegantly crafted, but poorly timed surprise. He opened his mouth and shook his head when she explained just how much work she'd put into it- and how she'd been so thoughtful as to make sure that everything from the foundation to the ceiling should have made it safe. "I didn't even see it, honestly," He said, and he felt like shit admitting it. But- if there was one thing he could take away from what she'd just said, it was that he had been the recipient of her first gift. It brought a small sparkle to his eyes. "Fuck. Yeah, that's...Frustrating. You put that much effort and thought, into something you were making for me, an' I just bailed like...Fuck." Probably not the best explanation, but it was his way of acknowledging how he thought she might have felt. He nodded, and then shook his head. He could see why she was so frustrated with him. He had his explanations, and she had hers. 

He felt even more remorse when she offered her impression of finding her coconut gone. He was surprised that it suddenly seemed so important, after she'd said that she hadn't wanted him to gift her things. It was a bit of a mixed message that he found frustrating. Still, when she asked him how he felt about her wishing for it, he pursed his lips, frowned, but shook his head. "No." He answered, a bit bluntly. "That's not stupid. That was a great gift." He sighed heavily. Maybe if he followed the river, he might find it had washed up somewhere...Maybe it was down at the lake, washed up along the shore. Likely buried in snow by now, or perhaps it had finally sunk. He made a note to go looking, regardless. 

"And I'm not," He continued, though it might've seemed somewhat non-sequitur at first. "I'm not tired of fuckups. Anone else's, yeah, one and done, but...I'm not tired of yours. Or you." He said. "And I want you to come back to the Glen with me." He said. He realized she had likely taken up some obligations to the Redhawks but at the same time- he wasn't going to keep his feelings a secret. If she had any notion that he might not have wanted her at the Glen anymore, he wanted to dismiss it outright.