He's never had feelings like this for anyone, and it makes his skin crawl. He wants you around him, he wants to know where you are and feel like he has control, but at the same time, your presence makes him nauseous and your touch sets him on fire.

He rubs his head, glancing away. Sometimes, you're really damn frustrating. You've been out all night, he had no way to contact you, and he feels his anger festering. "You had me worried. It's not okay to just disappear, okay?" He says, voice raising.

"You're not fucking capable of taking care of yourself. You don't have strong magic. You're small, weak, and I don't like not knowing where you are or what's going on."