Sunbeam Lair baby, i do what i like

‘I won't touch you again, if you don't want me to,’
 
Except it wasn’t about the touching.
 
No, it was about how he didn’t make any damn sense. How one second, he was pressing close, and then storming off the next, all to return with a fucking weasel, of all things. He didn’t make sense.
 
And Daighre?
 
Daighre was getting sick of it.
 
But that felt a little too much like feelings. And so, he kept silent, frustrated, angry, and wary as he sat.
 
‘I can leave if you prefer.’
 
“Whatever.” He huffed. And then—
 
“Do whatever you want.”
 
He was over it.