[Fuck. So James is really going to make him spell this out for him, huh? Tense, anxious and feeling dizzy, Keith grips his knees tight, trying to suppress the burgeoning desire to scream. He can still walk away and take all of it back, and for a split second he doesn't know how to deal with this choice that James has given him than to be consumed another burst of anger for making him fucking walk off the metaphorical cliff himself.
He looks up, teeth grit, eyes narrowd.]
YOu're not going to see the fucking wolf again, alright? What else is there to explain here.
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He looks up, teeth grit, eyes narrowd.]
YOu're not going to see the fucking wolf again, alright? What else is there to explain here.