a man who has just told me that he is out of his mind
*will realize later that he told you so by way of apology, because he is always aware of himself, on some level, and even now he knows that this lashing out is irrational and cutting deep both ways (why couldn't you just go when I asked you to?)*
*folds his arms tightly and backs into the counter, feeling his pulse thudding hard* *experiences a surge of renewed fear at the sudden notion that all of this upset could set off another "episode" (he really will lose his mind if he has to go through that again straightaway)* *grits his teeth* I'm not going anywhere with you, Glorfindel. You're scaring the hell out of me. *pulls a name, seemingly at random* Call Elemmakil.