He felt like such a child. Only a child would get this worked up over a disagreement. Was it just that? He wanted to believe it was, but he felt as if he was wrong. He had begun to get upset the moment he realized Fletcher knew about Hestia. Though he and Hestia were not extremely close, he liked her more then most of his coworkers. To think that Fletcher...that Fletcher had anything to do with her disappearance had sent a rush of anger through him that he could not fully grasp. Anger with Fletcher, because he had to be wrong. They had to have gotten a wrong lead somewhere down the line.
Hestia Jones was innocent. There would be no convincing him otherwise.
As Fletcher wrapped his arms around him, he shut his eyes and shifted, leaning into the man. He didn't care what it looked like. Who was around to see? The fact of the matter was Fletcher was one of the only constants he had. He was not planning on giving him up. He brought him far too much joy and comfort to do so. Tiberius was certain, absolutely certain, that in time, he could convince Fletcher of his mistake. But for now, he was going to take solace in his arms. For with Fletcher he felt safe. He rarely had the urge to seek safety, but when he did, it was from Lili or Fletcher. Slowly, but surely, he was beginning to feel safe around Cerise as well.
He placed his face into his shoulder, trying to calm down. "No, no...I shouldn't have gotten angry...I just...she's my friend, Fletcher. I can't believe she would do anything wrong...I don't want to believe..." He tried to explain, not wanting Fletcher to have all the blame. Some of this was his fault. He was in a horrible mood and he was easily temperamental tonight.
He laughed against the man's shoulder at the analogy, feeling a small swell of pride. Fletcher actually did listen when he rambled on about muggles. "Well, you are always going to be my Superman," he said, feeling a genuine smile come across his face. He slowly pulled back, wiping at his eyes. "I better be yours, I'm the best Mate you'll ever have," he said, perking up just a tad, echoing his normal demeanor. "Agreed?" He asked, his voice still strained.