"This just ain't right!" He practically shouted, although he could barely raise his voice out of fear of being heard. "You got me feelin' all kinds of ways I shouldn't!"

He was scared, hell, you knew that. His anger, his sharpness towards you, it was never malice, not like you had thought. The insults made sense, in a way. He was trying to protect himself from the feelings he held for you.

Being two men in 1899, he knew his feelings were dangerous to have in the first place, but being in Rhodes of all places, those desires became something he could never harbour.