Beating heart of stone

His ears flicked back and he turned his head away from her when she said that she had missed him as well, feeling as if he had been hit. It look all of his self control to not immediately feel defensive and shoot back with questions and accusations as all of that built up frustration that he had been suppressing in her absence started to come to the surface. Perhaps the worst part was that he couldn't even make himself feel angry. He knew that most men if put in the same situation would be furious, would lash out, would want to go after whoever this male she had been with.... but he didn't. He just felt... disappointed. Rejected. Angry with himself for not seeing this coming or for not seeking her out sooner. He wanted to know what this other man could give her that he couldn't.

His ear flicked toward her when she spoke his name and moved toward him, though he still refused to turn his gaze toward her until he heard her apology. He glanced up at her then for a moment, their blue eyes catching and making his stomach twist with emotion until he finally had to look down at the floor again. He noticed how she refused to give him a name, though he didn't ask for it again. He didn't even know why he wanted to know. Some part of him felt that if he could just know who it was it would seal that final nail in the coffin for him. It would be something tangible to make it feel more real instead of something his weak heart might try to deny. But when she didn't deny his accusation and only apologized he knew what he had guessed was real. Her time away from them wasn't just because of the weather or distance, though he still held some strange hope that it was at least a factor and not that she just didn't feel the same about him that he had for her.

He was quiet for a moment longer, his ears pinned back against his skull as he felt like he was shrinking back into himself. He still didn't know what he wanted to say, but the words came anyway without wanting them to. He tried to look up at her then, though he couldn't hold her gaze for long. "I thought I... Did you not... I..." he stumbled over his own words, partial sentences sunning together into one another as his thoughts raced and jumbled. He gave a hard shake of his head and got up, walking over to the window just to put a bit more space between them.

Allegro spoke quietly as he looked out the window, looking at but not really taking in the view. "Did I... Did I do something wrong? Was I not... enough?"

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