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Midar could tell his words had hurt the other man and at first, he was glad. He had meant them to be hurtful--a response to being hurt first. He didn't like feeling vulnerable, and he definitely didn't appreciate Alarian's disregard for his own life, so he had lashed out. But, Seeing him curl up and hide his face made his chest tighten painfully. He didn't know what to do. He stood there, frozen with indecision. Part of him was still mad and wanted to leave the other man there in his sad little ball, but another, more confusing part of the beast wanted to wrap around Alarian and whisper soothing apologies in his ear; he did neither. Midar couldn't leave, but he also couldn't apologize. Another flash of anger forced a harsh breath though his nose as he grew even more confused.  

Finally, his overwhelming need to keep Alarian urged him forward, and he lowered his head to nudge the other man's shoulder. He wasn't sure what to say or do now, but the longer he watched the other man's dejected form curled on the ground, the worse he felt about it, and he just wanted it to stop.