There was a low growl in his throat while she called him John and closed the space between them. She needed to stay away because the thing he wanted to do last was hurt her on accident, but he was also Pyro and he wasn't going to stand down in his fury. Digging his heels in and psyching himself up, the flames grew larger and more intense. The heat would be incredible.
"Py-ro." John enunciated slowly. There wasn't anything to talk about, but she talked anyway, it killed him seeing the look on her face, which upset him more. He wasn't supposed to care. How was this a thing. While his fury was igniting him, he wanted to hug and hold her. Which infuriated him further. What the fuck.
"YOU HID IT!" John shouted. "NOT FROM PEOPLE, BUT FROM ME!" He shook his head. "This is your bed, lay in it." Pyro looked away from her. He could look at her like this. This was fighting dirty for sure. "You promised me..." He whispered before looking back. The pain in his eyes. "You." A small tremble in his lips before he shouted. "YOU! You were supposed to be different from the rest, but you too lied to me." It stabbed him deep, but the pain, it was bringing the flames down some.