Guilt as thick as molasses crept through him. He hadn't meant to shut her out so completely, it was merely just how he coped. Discussing his troubles only led to dwelling upon them, and when he dwelled he tended to lose control over his tightly reigned anger. He sat back onto his haunches and frowned, his concern for both her physical and mental state overwhelming his desperate need for control.

Beau sighed heavily and squeezed her hand. "It's not that I don't want to talk to you about it," he attempted to explain. Her permission, while appreciated, wasn't going to be taken anytime soon anyway, especially after tonight's episode. "Theres a lot of my past that I don't talk about. My father. The fighting and dueling rings. School. I don't cope well with anger. It makes me antsy and itching for a fight. This whole — this whole thing with Odina has me so furious I don't know what to do. A younger version of myself would have done horrific things." Talking about any of this wasn't on his agenda for tonight, but Beau refused to let hsr rest feeling like this.

"Working with my hands is the only method I have to not do worse things." Murder being his primary thought. "That's all. It's just how I process when there's too much else going on."