He didn't really want walk while he talked, preferring to just have to focus on one thing at a time, but he wasn't going to argue with her, not tonight. "I'm sorry," he said, after a little bit. "I'm a bastard, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things, and I've no right to be jealous of your friends."
He took a deep breath and continued, trying to think of all the things Ronan told him to say, and the things he told him not to. They were cloudy memories, but he was trying. "The fact is, I'm a werewolf, and I'm going to get jealous of the men in your life. Not because I think that you're going to run off with them, but because it's who I am, and I can't change that. I can try to hold it in though. I'm working on learning how to control it, I promise, but it's not going to be overnight."
Bringing a hand up, he rubbed at his face, trying to put together what he wanted her to know. "I'm always going to get jealous," he repeated. "But you can help me. . . by being exclusive. I can't take not knowing. It's literally driving me insane. I'm not asking for forever. But I am asking."
Moving then, he went in front of her to stop them, touching her arm gently. "I want you. I need you. I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do with the rest of my life, but what I do know is that I want you in it. At least, for as long as you want to be. Please. Just consider it."