Ghosts of the Past

He listened to the mans word, taking each and every one to heart. He did miss his friend, with all of his heart. "I did hear your call, but the pain was still too fresh. I... I couldn't see you yet." He said softly, looking down at his paws. A deep breath left his lungs and he shifted his weight across all four limbs, not really knowing what to say. His words had hurt Allen, but they had both stabbed each other a time or two. It was just... time. He needed more time to think all of this over. He knew Allen's reasoning, and he knew that his request was not a hard one. But to him, it just sat too heavy on his chest. The thought of being screwed over again was still fresh on his mind, and rather hard to ignore. "I... I need time to think, Allen. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He said, the amount of emotion in his voice almost making him choke on the words. Without even looking up the man spun around and started to walk away, not daring to look back. He just needed to weigh this out, maybe talk to someone else about it. Time, just a little more time.

-exit Bass unless stopped-

"Speech"
'thoughts'