He got to the porch and sat down heavily on the steps. The world was spinning again. The blood loss from feeding Carrick didn't help.
He did care about Noctis, but had reached the end of his rope. Russell had done everything but beat him and still he couldn't get through to the stubborn weredragon. Russell put his head in his hands. He shouldn't have purchased Noctis just because he felt sorry for him. He had also protected him from Carrick, standing between his lover and Noctis.
If he'd had the energy to expend, he would have wept, but there was just nothing left. "Fuck..." he sighed, eyes have closed in exhaustion.