He deserved to be hit. Hell he deserves a good slap in the face, but he is standing and I am sitting. If I had the ability to stretch my own limbs his face would be black and blue at this point. With a very good mark of my hand across his face. I am not one that is violent, it wasn't me, but dammnit I just found out he could read my thoughts. My thoughts were private, they were mine alone, and no one was worthy enough to know them unless I said them aloud. I do not trust others. My ability to trust others went out the door the moment I saw both my parents die. Really he ought to be ashamed of himself and for waiting all this time to finally tell me...yes indeed I think it is absolutely wrong. Although I am angry with him it isn't difficult tell he is a bit off. He isn't one to apologize and usually when he talks to me he has orders or at least more things to say. That he wasn't not talking a lot was...concerning. I allow him a moment to think before he speaks answering his snort at my comment of him being a wall with a hard look. Instead of opening my mouth I simply remain silent allowing him as much time as he needed before he opened up. Boys were quite difficult when it comes to things like this.

When he finally speaks I am honestly not that surprise that he is having some difficulty especially when mentioning his past. I am sadden that he had to go through something like that. It was fair for him and it wasn't fair for the generations that were there as well. I cannot help but allow a small frown to appear as my brows furrow for a moment. I don't know if anyone else in the pack is aware of his past. I haven't said anything and I wouldn't say anything, not unless he and I are talking about it...which appears to be now. For a moment I allow some silence between us as I ponder on the best response to give him. Being close to one another is quite a special event for both partners, but it would cause problems if one is sharing something they are not ready to share in the first place. Why he is coming to me about wanting to be close to someone and not the very person he is trying to be close to...whoever it is. I turn my head and pull some of my golden locks out of my eyes, my voice is quite soft and yet firm.

"When you are getting close to someone, you are giving a part of yourself to them. If you are not ready to do that, then you need to take and spend the time to heal yourself."

Well it wasn't the answer he may want to hear, but it is what needed to be said. If he is very concerned about sharing a part of himself that he has not mentioned before to this other person, then he has no business getting close to them at all. The past hurts and the wounds he received, which are surely mental and emotional, need to be handled and dealt with in a reasonable manner. Getting into the action that scared him in his past isn't the best way to handle things. He is a male and I know he won't like my answer or suggestion on how to solve this, but I know it will work. I mean it worked for me before I could even try to get close to someone else. No one knows much about me and I keep it that way. No one has that right and no one has showed that they have that capability of having that right. My Uncle does not even know. Only one person does and sadly he is dead. With a shrug I take the clover and stare at it for a moment, twirling it around my fingers and wondering if I should indeed take a bite or not. I'm a human...I shouldn't be eating this unless I'm a horse. My bright eyes slide over to him as I continue my diagnosis and possible treatment.

"Sometimes you have to talk about your past in order to accept whatever happened and allow yourself that opportunity to learn what you can do in the future. What you had to go through, no one should have experienced such a thing and I am sorry it happened."

Unable to sustain the natural need to at least try this piece of clover, I place it in my mouth and grin at the sweet taste. Okay so maybe he does have a point about eating the clovers, but really I ought to not. So instead I offer him a proposal on what he could at least work on. It was his decision on whether he really wanted to work on himself before he got close to another.

"If you are not ready then perhaps you can teach yourself how to close your mind before you initiate some sort of close act."

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable