Neverwinter Forest a lot of pretty girls outside

And Caerus moved away. Like some sort of awful metaphor off the whole thing. But Mal couldn't look at him much more or he might actually crack a bit more visibly. No, that isn't -- he exhaled sharply. I was being careful. I wouldn't hurt him. He searched for words again, a false start, but at last he said, Let me actually work with you. This doesn't -- I don't -- I don't want to be like this.. That was about as specific as he could get -- he didn't have the vocabulary, literally or emotionally to express anything. But he didn't like acting the way he was now. It needed to change. Wasn't sure how, but something had to. He needed to be able to be snarky and smile, but Cupid held the power to make him not.