Fox's Glade Conflict

The face staring back at him was the face of a woman who would not leave his mind, however hard he tried to focus on pack-life, to keep searching for Adrian. No matter how far he wished to wander, he always came back. And, deep in the recesses of his mind, he knew it was for Milan. His maw opened, closed, the words trying to come out before they could even form. He could analyze others' emotions, yes, but never his own.

Yes... he started, carefully; tentatively. Approaching the topic as if it were a wounded buck, like it could attack at any moment. Frederick tested his tongue for a moment, two moments. He looked at Milan and sighed. I've never been good at this, he said with a shake of his head. Talking about these kind of... emotional things.

Clearing his throat, Federick shut his eyes, trying to envision what he had felt. Again, he opened them. I need to find my brother, he started. New information--had he told her about his brother, yet? He didn't think so. Adrian, his name is. And I have a loyalty to the Creek, he wasn't sure how long it'd last, but it was a loyalty nonetheless. But... and now, his tone was careful, guarded, as he studied Milan's expression.

I also want to be with you, he finally said. It felt like the world had been lifted off of his shoulders. But he closed his eyes again, not yet wanting to see how she would react. I want to keep up my duty to you all-- and a sigh escaped him. --but it's... difficult. Blue-green eyes opened, trying to decipher what Milan was feeling from appearance alone. But he wasn't sure.