Of course he was mad. Upset? Stubborn. He felt stubborn but it was hard to say about what. Stubborn enough to say fuck it, you're still mine and yeah maybe I might come to love you, or stubborn enough to say yeah you're right, I better leave now since I do in the future. His jaw was clenched tight as he considered this and let it all sink in.
"I think I just-" he cut himself off and snapped his mouth shut. Pete couldn't even look her in the eye. Something deep down kept trying to claim her, but she's mine, she's mine! Something else wanted to be alone, to say it was right and good and better for her if he cut it all off now.
"Need some time to think about this. If we're off then we're off. Everything you said aside, this place has a bloody stupid way of picking and choosing from when we come and I can't change that. But I can't just- I need time."
And Moira. Jesus, he kept thinking about Moira! The woman aggravated him to no end but she didn't deserve to die young.