[ He went to far, he knows he did. Some of it wasn't even true, but he was angry and stressed and just... fucked up about all of this. It hurt, all of it and he doesn't know how to deal. Fjord's right, though. He couldn't speak this way to anyone else. ]

Fuck. That was... really unfair of me. I'm sorry.

[ Molly looks at the half-orc as the man steps into his place, and the way that voice has a pained edge to it is terrible. Sighing, he leans his head towards a pyjama top, resting his horns against the hidden abs. ]

I don't know how to handle this, Fjord. I can't lie or laugh my way out of how I feel and that just makes me feel like I'm not myself any more. Being an asshole is all I have left.