The single cup of promised water resting upon Tetradore's desk is eyed with no small amount of suspicion. For all that he is, for all his lack of fear in situations that would so seem so much more worthy of his concern- water remains the creatures single most potent fear, dark eyes narrowed upon the glass with near enough fury to shatter it on sight and yet his very fear of the liquid itself assures he remains entirely distant from it all the same as Tetradore gestures again to the chair the boy had long since lost interest in returning to. For a moment those fathomless eyes linger upon his companion still, attention shifting from the other man, to the chair, to the cup and back again as if attempting to contemplate which is the lesser of evils. His leg continues to sting as the flesh desperately attempts to knot itself back together and the blood begins to clot within the wound- Tobias previous attempts at care for his injury failing to exist beyond licking it in much the same manner as any cat, the young man assured such a thing is far more useful then water regardless and yet he is unwilling perhaps- to agitate Tetra further, at least not tonight, gangly form returned to the chair as requested after several moments though his form remains entirely tense still. He is irritable of nature, volatile at best at his patience for 'first aid' is rapidly beginning to wear thin. He tolerate Tetradore simply because he favours him over others, has been forced to display respect and indeed to his mind this understanding of command and follow is clear- even if it had taken a beating of sorts to solidify it within his fractured thoughts. There is sure to be a further rebellion, one day, after all any leader should surely be kept tested and yet for now at least the younger man is satisfied enough to offer this meagre form of obedience.

The panthers attempts to reach for the glass once more however are faulted by the boys sudden determination to speak, dark eyes lifting again to fixate upon his companion, those fractured, jumbled words forced with no small amount of struggle from his lips as he attempts to....explain, to express some form of....guilt perhaps- over that night so many years ago. He cannot perceive such an emotion, not truly, understand such a thing to simply be discomfort within himself his words jumbled in places, confused perhaps and yet Tetradore has forever understood whatever it is he is attempting to say. It is rare truly, that the shaggy haired deviant attempts any form of explanation for any action, to revisit events of the past requires a higher form of learning, of thinking, one it would seem he is truly rarely capable of and yet for whatever reason- in the company of his companion and no other he is want to try, dark eyes searching for some sense of understanding upon the other man. Tobias does not apologise. The word 'sorry' having fallen from his lips only once before and even now he does not utter it, more so he simply attempts to express some inclination of memory. For he does remember. He remembers a great deal even when it appears he does not. That animalistic mind rarely forgets even if it would often appear as if he cannot think beyond his own needs. His loyalty, in the last, is entirely unflinching.

Whether he truly understands Tetradore reply or not cannot be said, head tilted slightly, mind attempting to piece together the words he has been offered, frowning slightly upon this mention of Risqué return- a low rumbling of sorts stirring within his throat at the mere discontent of such a thought. He has no desire to return to Risqué, his mind having failed entirely to understand the woman, much less the rules she had imposed upon him, her punishments having resulted to teach him little. He had simply become aggressive and dangerously more so, lashing out and each and every being him had been content to approach him. It had been his final defence in a situation he could not understand and punishments he could not truly perceive the reason behind and as such he had ceased to attempt to reason. Perhaps, had they not escaped when they had the Leopard would have been reduced entirely to a state of feral being. It is easier after all, so much easier for him to exist in that frame of mind. To attempt to.....feel is far more difficult.

"No."

His head shakes, as if to further express his assertion, though whether he does not want to return to Risque or disagrees with his chosen Alpha remains unclear as dark eyes return to the emerald of the other man.

"Maybe....come back but.....Tetra and Tobi...stronger now."

His head begins to nod, as if this too is spoken with utter assurance. Perhaps the vampire woman would, some day, return and perhaps the deviant would once again find himself within her bar and yet this time he is sure- there is far more of a fight to bad. He offers nothing further, his mind seemingly satisfied with this conclusion all the same, though that fathomless dark gaze rests upon the other man still, frowning slightly in some effort to perceive what...emotion is being presented towards him, Tetradore's helpless acceptance to such a scenario entirely foreign to a creature incapable of understanding it. His companions...distress however is evidently given to displease him in turn, mind attempting to perceive this situation until Tetradore seems to reach for the glass of water once more.

"Tetra!"

The same reaction as before occurs, the emerald eyed man pausing in his action to retriever the glass to offer the boy his attention, that cunning mind having seized upon this readily as the boy suddenly stands once more- one hand reaching back to scratch at the back of his neck- a habit he has taken on from Tetra himself- the boy seeming decidedly uncertain before stepping closer again. The action that follows is sudden, abrupt and surely bizarre even for Tobias, the younger man suddenly proceeding to wrap both arms around his companion in what is very clearly- a hug. Perhaps the most meaningful gesture the young man has ever displayed towards anyone- or seemingly so.

"I do not....understand...why you are.....sad....but Naddy and Birdie....do this...to me....because...is supposed to.....fix it. Are you...fixed?"

This however, is not nearly the wholesome gesture it should appear, the boy having managed to shift merely his tail into place in that moment- making the most of Tetradore's evident distraction, Tobias so smoothly having pinned the others man's arms to his sides with such a gesture. His tail alone seeks to move, deftly coiling about the glass of water before proceeding silently push it across the desk and behind a book end and hidden from view- as if the water has magically disappeared, before abruptly releasing the other man, shifted tail disappeared within the same instance as he moves to suddenly pivot away. Hugging, it would seem, is not yet a skill he has mastered- a slight limp to his walk as he moves towards the bedroom door now. Seeking a final time to distract his companion from the glass of water.

"I want to go.....to the fights now. Can we...fight tonight?"

He will go to any lengths- it would seem, to avoid even the barest amount of liquid. His cunning simply know no bounds.

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