[Those accusations are a slap in the face, leaving him wide-eyed and frozen; his expression shifts gradually, mouth set into a thinner line as more focus returns to him, and he distantly realizes his hands are shaking. Everything is.]
What...
[His voice dies in his throat when Mattias's eyes meet his, heart sinking, and that admission may as well be a stab itself. He thinks the same way Oren does, then, if Mattias didn't have enough trust to tell him something that important. And if he doesn't trust Ryan he must think Ryan doesn't either, right?
One moment he's about to object, then the next he's staring at Mattias's back, watching him leave. Mattias won't even let him try to explain--
He's shaking as he turns to Oren, ear fins flared out completely, and he can't tell if it's from panic, fear, or anger.]
That's not what- why would you--
[It's choked off with a shake of his head as he turns to run after Mattias, stumbling over his own webbed feet at first. That can come later. Right now, he has to fix this, and he sounds almost frantic as he shouts after Mattias.]
how do these always turn into text walls ugh
Date: 2016-02-22 07:12 am (UTC)What...
[His voice dies in his throat when Mattias's eyes meet his, heart sinking, and that admission may as well be a stab itself. He thinks the same way Oren does, then, if Mattias didn't have enough trust to tell him something that important. And if he doesn't trust Ryan he must think Ryan doesn't either, right?
One moment he's about to object, then the next he's staring at Mattias's back, watching him leave. Mattias won't even let him try to explain--
He's shaking as he turns to Oren, ear fins flared out completely, and he can't tell if it's from panic, fear, or anger.]
That's not what- why would you--
[It's choked off with a shake of his head as he turns to run after Mattias, stumbling over his own webbed feet at first. That can come later. Right now, he has to fix this, and he sounds almost frantic as he shouts after Mattias.]
Wait! Mattias, wait, he's wrong, please-