this hurt < / 3 :'(
The look of sadness that crossed Siyet’s face was painful. As painful as almost anything he’d ever felt, with only a couple of exceptions. Her questions further pierced his heart, but he forced himself to remain still. To stand firm, to meet her gaze. Despite the hurt and the guilt.
Until the strike. And the stinging words that came after. In comparison to some of the things he’d felt before, to all of the hell and torture he’d been through at his birthplace, where he’d earned so very many scars, it was not terribly painful.
Physically. But it did awaken something within him he hadn’t felt for a long while.
Anger. The deep-seated, seething, fiery sort. He had to bite back the beginnings of a snarl, forcing the growl that threatened to break out to emerge as a long breath, instead. He took a few breaths, to control his emotion. To not let it get the better of him.
”I’ve never tried to do anythin’ other than be honest with you and help y'be happy. When I told you I cared for you very deeply, that I appreciated you and everythin’ you’ve done, that I’d be honored to have an' share a family with you, I meant it. All of it.” It was hard to keep the emotions out. The sadness, and anger, too. All he'd wanted for Siyet, as the rest of the pack, was for her to be happy. Even if it wasn't a romantic
love shared between them, he thought he'd been providing that.
”But I never claimed it was love. Not one time. I told ya I wasn’t sure I was ready for that kind of commitment, and you were alright with that. S’why I thought you were okay with havin’ a family. Now.. maybe I shoulda told you again before now." At this, his tone grew apologetic, for the moment.
"I shouldn’t have assumed y'knew. I'm sorry I let you believe that. But you shouldn’t have assumed either.” After all, when you assume…
In his eyes, they were both to blame for some of it. Perhaps he could’ve been more open about how he felt, or didn’t feel. But Siyet had been hoping for and seeing something that he’d never said was there. He had no control over someone else's feelings.
”As for lettin' you leave, you chose t'do that. Even after I’d said that I didn’t share your feelings. Never forced you to do anythin’. Never said you owed me for anythin'. So don’t you dare blame me for that. You made your own choices.” He wasn’t faultless in this apparent misunderstanding, he knew. But Jethro wasn’t going to be made to feel guilty for anyone else’s decisions. That was not his doing - all he’d done was offer opportunities and try to be as honest as he could along the way.
While it hurt to probably be losing a friend this way, it also felt like there was a weight lifted off of his shoulders. At least now they were figuring out where they stood. As hurtful as this was, it was better than living on in a misunderstanding and finding out later. It could’ve been worse if this had happened after.