some guy some idiot who couldn't string two words together
*feels some nearly completely foreign emotion well up inside him (foreign to conversation with you, with him naked but for this face, this foolishness, this inability-to-string-two-words together) and is startled to identify it as anger*
*so coolly, coldly, as cold as his concentration on the track and in The Zone, that he barely recognizes his own voice* Why would I tell you, Arien? Perfect, peerless Arien? You wouldn't have believed me if I had. I'm not a person to you. I'm just your stupid, bumbling neighbor. The imbecile who can't put one foot in front of the other unless it's to get down so you can walk all over him. *narrows his eyes* Why would I tell you? When that other man was the closest I'd ever get to making you meet your match?
you let me live my life for a man
*his voice as smooth and untrembling and icy as his inner mind is shaky and frantic and brimming with apology and longing for the pull of your heat* This is a restricted area. Get out.