Her touch drains most of the remaining anger out of him and he sighs softly, letting her lay her arms around him. She's not mad at him, he can tell, but he picks up on the worry and confusion.
He had said that, he knows. He just hadn't realized how much it would hurt if she did turn her attentions elsewhere. He'd thought she didn't want to let anyone close. To let anyone love her.
He feels somewhat ashamed for interfering. If she changed her mind, who was he to stand in her way? He was there to protect and serve her after all. Nothing more...
But when she murmurs that last sentence, there's a different kind of twisting feeling in the pit of his stomach. Not anger or jealousy... It's almost pleasant. He almost feels a bit guilty for it. For holding her back when she seemed to want to reach for someone else...
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Date: 2013-02-24 05:23 am (UTC)He had said that, he knows. He just hadn't realized how much it would hurt if she did turn her attentions elsewhere. He'd thought she didn't want to let anyone close. To let anyone love her.
He feels somewhat ashamed for interfering. If she changed her mind, who was he to stand in her way? He was there to protect and serve her after all. Nothing more...
But when she murmurs that last sentence, there's a different kind of twisting feeling in the pit of his stomach. Not anger or jealousy... It's almost pleasant. He almost feels a bit guilty for it. For holding her back when she seemed to want to reach for someone else...
"I'm sorry."