All Louis really asked of you was to be careful, which wouldn't be too hard for any other living creature on this planet, But no, no, no. Not you. Not you who outright refuses to listen to what anyone tells you to go fight some fuckin' polar bear, of all animals instead of just fuckin' reporting him to the police like everyone else told ya to. More important, like he told you and maybe it's just the fact he hasn't exactly let go of that fake cocky n' arrogance stuff... But he thinks he has a pretty good reason to be a wee bit pissy after giving you his leg as a source of energy, as he wouldn't have done it in a heartbeat before if you were really that hungry before... Ugh. Fuckin' hell, he really does hate all this mushy gushy n' lovey stuff. It just wasn't his style at all.

First of all, he's a cool, suave red deer. Not some babysitter for you when ya go ahead and fuck up over, and over, and fuckin' over again, getting into completely avoidable bullshit like this. And now look at ya! Just 'cause you wanted to be all macho beast n' stuff, truly there was no absolutely no way you could fix this fuck up, he feared you would just have to accept the consequences of your actions this time. Welp. At least... You can't say he didn't try to warn ya, nope. This was all your doing; your bed that you would now have to lie in oh, so uncomfortably.

But... Damn it, your mushy stuff had really rubbed off on him. 'Least that's what he's gonna tell himself for the time being, as he had absolutely no reason to be holdin' n' comfortin' you like right like you hadn't just devoured his leg without a second thought, but still, he did. He did and fuckin' enjoyed it, telling you lil' tales of false hope, cooin' n' croonin' so sweetly to you before the police came sooner, or later. Then you would both really be in a world of pain, but for now he'll enjoy this moment of "wholesomeness", if you could even call it that.