Tetradore's assurance that this time, at least, there would be no locked door seems to sooth the irritable leopard into something more complacent then before. He believes his companion and wholeheartedly willing to offer Tetradore a level of trust he simply refuses with any other, even Nadya and Raven, on some level, incapable of exacting such things from him despite his closeness to them both. If Tetra assures him of it, then he believes it to be the truth, an unarguable, irrevocable truth as he continues to keep himself seated in some effort to appease the emerald eyes man, some part of the boy still holding an....unwillingness of sorts to anger his chosen Alpha despite each and every instinct within himself drawn taut in this moment in anticipation of a pain he knows is coming on a level purely animalistic in nature. Tetradore's assurance that he should 'relax' are met with little more than a darkened scowl. He understands the meaning of the word to some extent and yet he is near incapable in this moment of offering such a thing, even despite his desire to please his companion his muscles remain stiff, only seeming to seize further as Tetradore's hand reaches for that embedded star, the man incapable of overriding animalistic desire to do so in this moment as dark eyes fixate wholly upon the other mans hand- until Raven is mentioned. Think of Raven?

"I do not...understand."

He does not understand the sentence, is incapable perhaps, o thinking of an individual being specifically in order to distract his mind, his ability to associate one person from another a truly bizarre thing all the same, often content to identify others by the way they smell, or walk, or talk- Tetradore recognized by the colour of his gaze and the manner of his stride, Nadya's scent and voice pulling her apart from all others as Birdie's hair and mannerisms so seem to allow him to separate her from others- his ability to perceive facial recognition a limited thing perhaps and as such Tetradore's desire that he think of Raven is met with little more than a blank stare by way of response. It has however, surely managed to distract the boy from Tetradore's reaching fingers attention held now upon his closet companion- oblivious to the manner in which the other man grasps the hooked steel and so suddenly pulls- wrenching it out from swollen and damaged flesh to pull it clear within seconds as blood rushes to the surface to very near stream down the boys leg in response. That first of pain however- sees the boy yowl, a distinctly feline sound that is very near ear-splitting as he attempts to instinctively get away from the source of it, tumbling from the chair in a frantic effort to clamber away from Tetradore in those moments- leaving quite the trail of blood in his wake and all across his unfortunate Alpha's room before managing to scramble into the far corner- dark eyes turned briefly to glare at his companion before Tobias simply turns his back to him entirely.

It is surely a wise thing, perhaps, to leave the boy for several moments and not press his patience any further then it has been pressed, the young man fortunately having chosen flight over fight on this particular occasion as long fingers move to examine his bloodied leg once more and the already closing wound as thing rivulets of blood continue to stain his jeans, hands and the floor beneath him as he proceeds to fiddle with it momentarily, hot needles of pain still burning within and yet he seems to have....calmed perhaps, features seeming emotionless once more as he moves to lick briefly at his wounded knee- assured of this treatment despite being within his human form, oblivious to the obscurities of it as he remains tucked within the corner of his companions room- eyes briefly glancing backward once more to assure himself Tetradore has made no attempt to approach him again as his mind attempts to....understand.

It is only after several more long moments of silence that the boy sees fit, at last, to shift himself away from the corner he has taken up residence in, wandering slowly back towards his companion now, eyes wary still as one hand reaches forward to touch his companions arm in a subtle desire for attention before withdrawing.

"Tetra."

He waits until the other man's gaze is upon him now, having come to learn this is a sure sign of attention.

"I think....my leg maybe....hates you- but.....the rest of me does not. Just...this leg."

He nods, as if to assure himself of this critical conclusion he has reached before shifting slightly once more- to seat himself back in the chair he had escaped from before- seeking to further appease the other man perhaps though his gaze remains wary- watchful all the same.

"Tetra."

Again he waits for the man to tur towards him and away from finding this 'cup of water' of whatever else he may have been attempting to do as the shaggy haired boy demands attention again.

"When you...were small and I was small and....we lived with Mother and Father and...other pack I....went away.....to the.....place with trees because....I was hungry."

That Tetradore may not understand at all what he is talking about remains to be seen, that fractured mind trying desperately to put together the jagged thoughts and memories that exist in pieces there.

"Mother says.....dont go out....in dark but.....Tobi is hungry, Tobi goes."

That he has begun to talk in third person seems to have escaped his notice , the boy speaking as if such an event is a story of sorts as opposed to a memory.

"Tetra is sleeping and....no monsters under bed because...Tobi checked. Gone for.....long time and then Tobi....came back and Mother is gone and Father is gone and......Naddy is gone and Tetra is gone and all the fire is there."

He is speaking of that night, so long ago when so much of their world came crashing down in the attack of Risque that chance alone had allowed him to escape the fate so much of the pack had met.

"Tobi....looked for Tetra, looked and looked and called....until....Tobi was....tall and found.....Tetra and Risky. Father and Mother said......must keep Aiden safe....must protect Aiden....but Tobi went out. Is my fault."

Tetradore perhaps, had never been made aware of the words his parents had offered a juvenile Tobias in an attempt perhaps, to give him purpose, to provide him meaning, their words meant as nothing more than to encourage his friendship with their son and yet Tobias, so many years ago, had evidently taken such things to heart- the single promise made as a child remembered so many years ago- to the extent, it would seem, that he has come to hold himself accountable of his companions subsequent kidnapping near fifteen years ago- oblivious that had he been present he would surely have been incapable of preventing it all the same- his words seeming to shift once more into the present, returning to a more common form of speech now- his words no longer a story of what had been as dark eyes hold his companions own.

"Was my fault......wasn't....there.....but....here now and not let......Aiden get.....taken again. Will not....ever leave."

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push