[ It's not gone; it's there in the way his eyes linger, and the way his tail curls like it wasnt to wrap around Fjord. It's there in the way he hasn't stormed off yet. This was one of the best days of his short life and now it's a nightmare both because what Fjord just said and because Molly's making a mess of it.

Those red eyes widen a bit when the words and begging from him while they fucked come back, and he knows he meant it. Means it. Molly doesn't trust himself, though. He doesn't know if he'll just flit away to something else as soon as he gets bored or scared or drunk.

Everything they have here is making him so happy, but it also feels like being trapped. ]

I know. I... I know what I said. I meant... means something to me too. It wasn't just sex. It's something I would... no, I just... don't think I can give you what you want, Fjord. Fuck.

[ A deep breath and he turns to open the door. ]

...just give me some time.