Russ finished off the orange juice. "No, I don't want you to leave." He sat down the glass and quickly finished the waffle. He rose to his feet, still shaky, but better. And thirsty and starving. "Noctis, if I didn't care about you I wouldn't have stepped between you and Carrick. And you'd be the one feeling like shit right now." He sighed. "If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't bother yelling. Or telling you that I want you to stay." He picked up the glass carefully and went inside to get more orange juice and more to eat. "I'm sorry, but sometimes you frustrate the hell out of me."