"An anchor..." Macklyn shook his head and followed Eric out the door. He wanted to hold his mate, to kiss him and comfort him. But he'd been the cause of the mood, and didn't know if Eric would want him any nearer than he was already, and Macklyn had been careful to keep a few paces behind.
He didn't believe that Eric needed an anchor. He was a different man now than he'd been. That was clear enough, given all that had changed between when Macklyn had first met him and now, but it was doubly obvious after meeting the mirror. They were veritably two different people, and not just in the obvious literal way.
"Please talk to me." the hybrid didn't care if it was shouting, or cursing. Or calling him an idiot. Anything would be welcome.