*stops in his mental tracks, the reality blowing over like a blizzard wind (of course you're going to tell Ecthelion)* *and why did he think he could count on you to keep this quiet, when you've lived and breathed for Ecthelion since before he, Erestor, ever knew you?*
*works his jaw in silence for a few heartbeats, his entire frame trembling with fury, with helplessness, with the chills prickling the back of his neck (and he notes, with some dismay, that you were probably the worst person Duilien could have called in to deal with him like this)*
*finally, softly but with no less acid* What does it look like, Glorfindel. I am currently out of my mind, and you—because you don't listen to me, and can't seem to function without Ecthelion—you couldn't just take my advice and leave me the fuck alone.