Hushed Willows My girl don't want me cause of my dirty laundry

I don't wanna hear it right now, Reverie.
Excuses, excuses; his eyes roll to darkness.
Why are you so convinced that I'm gonna-- that I'll hurt you? Or that I'll leave? I'm not Lestan, I'm never gonna be Lestan. I mean, it-- the way you keep takin' off, without even tellin' me, that... it hurts me. It scares me too, that one day you'll never come back. anger, roiling, and he wasn't quite sure when or how it took over, why it so suddenly seemed to punch him so violently.
Nostrils flared, his paws tuck close to his chest, and he holds them there; a gentleness found even in animosity. You very well could'a died back there. I could'a lost you for good. You don't-- I don't think you see the goddamn consequences to your actions, and I'm gettin' real tired of it.