Help. He wanted to help. It was enough to make Simon want to scream out in sheer anger because he couldn't think of how or even why Raphael would even want to help. Standing up he started to pace back and forth for a moment, it was obvious that thoughts were running through his head and soon enough he was reaching behind his neck and pulling off the flannel and shirt that were both covered in numerous animals blood from the evening's escapades.
Tossing the shirt at Raphael's foot he would look between the shirt and Raphael. "How...how are you gonna help with that? Do you have any idea...any idea do you remember at all what it's like to go out every night for the past week hunting down rabbits, and then foxes, and eventually deer and then trying to find the next bigger and stronger animal because it's all just so easy. Because none of it satisfies you the way that humans do...Can you remember that? Did you ever get to that point where..."
He huffed some, his sneakers kicking at the grass hard enough to turn over a few rocks and sending them skipping off into the park. Fingers dragged through his hair and pulled on it for a moment. He wanted to take off in the opposite direction. He wanted to go and find someone that no one really paid attention to, that no one would recognize if they were missing a few ounces. Weren't there kinds of people that wanted that, that wanted to be submissives. He was desperate to find one of them now. Yet there he was now, still standing near Raphael while it felt like his mind was going insane.