Need makes me too harsh, though that’s a pathetic excuse for what I say next. “I’m easily twice your size, with claws, wings, and fangs. I could kill you half a dozen ways in seconds. Forgive the fuck out of me if I’m trying to ensure you stay safe and whole through this process.” Why the fuck did I say that? I’m acting the part of exactly the monster she thinks I am. No good man reminds the people around him of all the ways he can hurt them, even if it’s the truth. But then, I’m not a good man, am I? I forced her into the corner, and now I’m being a dick about it.
