Stavanger Bay Hope it isn't repetition, though that's the only thing that keeps and takes you

"then don't wait." his pelt was lank with the unkempt days, and his tone was harder than he wanted. lestan drew a breath and glanced toward the sea, then back to her. "i was never planning to be gone for w-weeks or months or years."
what lestan needed was a place to fall apart without having to take care of reverie or blossom. why couldn't she see that? he had been her caretaker since the insanity and blood in the creek; he had never stopped once, and now he was faltering, burning out, despite the fact he hated himself for it.
"go to s-sweetharbor. be with your brother. i am going to stay here and —" well, he didn't know yet. "i don't want you to stay. or wait." perhaps now he was pushing her away a little, but it was due to his own panic, the unknowing of what else could possibly be done or said now.