Hell if I knew. [He spent all of last night trying to figure out any possible reason every time he was avoided] [Curls his hands tight into his hair, keeping him close, kissing him a few more times just because he can and because he needs him near, damn it] I didn't -- [ff] figured you wanted time on your own or something. You'd tell me when you wanted to.
[Laughs a little, still looking stupidly wibbly and trying to focus on kissing him between sentences] I don't have anything to give you back.