Cut my losses

He was still oblivious that she had problems weighing on her that were far greater than what he was sharing, but he was so lost in his own thoughts that it was hard to notice anything was amiss. And once he started talking, he found it hard to stop. "I told him.. that I thought I might have loved him too, before.. before you, but..." But I told him I had a girlfriend that I loved. Would Twig judge him for recognizing he'd felt that way once, and just didn't have the words for it? Would she feel betrayed that he'd kept it from her? Sometimes he wondered what might've been if Ignis had told him sooner, but he couldn't focus on that now. He didn't want a life of turbulence and violence and unpredictability, that wasn't who he was. He wanted this, the two of them as they were, and nothing else. Seeing Ignis lose control of himself at his rejection had proved that much to him.

He nodded as she leaned against him, knowing she was right. They'd take care of their pack as fiercely as they always had, though Corvus hated the thought of Ignis actually acting against them. The thought made him feel sick. But Twig suddenly saying she needed to tell him something suddenly made him feel even worse. Something was wrong - her voice was weak and scared, and he felt the blood drain from him, a cold rush of dread suddenly gripping him. "What is it, Twig?" He barely spoke back, torn between holding her close and getting a better look at her. He settled on the latter, leaning away from her to get a good look at her face, as if it might prepare him for whatever she was about to say, fearing the worst.