He continues to let the dark of his gaze rest upon her, eyes flicking from girl to coat and back again, watching each and every line upon her features in search of some manner of acceptance for this gift of sorts he has worked so diligently upon. Even if at the cost of the pockets of half the beings within the Ark. His ability to truly comprehend thievery in a boat he himself owns is a dangerously cloudy area, those fathomless dark pools resting upon her own still as she suddenly leans forward to wrap her arms around his waist and pull herself towards him in a hug. The dark-eyed deviant has never truly been comfortable with such things, the gesture restraining, foreign to him, even despite both Nadya and Birdie at least attempting to explain such things. A soft snort of derision manages to pass his lips, eyes narrowed briefly upon the girl whom saw fit to hug him in such a manner- though he permits it still, allowing her to continue with such a gesture until she pulls away, like a wild animal tamed just enough to allow those fingers of human contact. It is her declaration of pleasure that so seems to further satisfy him, lips pulled into a ready grin now as he seats himself upon the edge of her bed and yet from her still, making no true effort to sit against or beside her, form failing to touch her own as perhaps had become the norm between them aside from those few moments in sleep in which she brushed against him- the boy continuing to alternate between Raven's bed and his place beneath Tetradore's own and yet more and more often he had simply come to choose Tetradore's, waiting simply until Raven fell asleep before departing.

It is a curious behaviour perhaps, this distance between them so very different to the manner in which that had been several weeks and months ago and yet in the wake of her injuries she had becoming, sore, tired, interested only in sleeping- refusing to find delight in his antics, those few soft, subtle attempts at touch he had offered waved or pushed away. She was sore, she said, injured Nadya said, broken Tetra said and yet still the boy had been content to try until Birdie had become wholly disinterested- or seemingly so. She had no desire for food, no desire to go out, staying within the confines of his room until the deviant had become frustrated and irritated , unable to understand and as such unable to truly comprehend the situation. He understands injuries, though perhaps not the extent of her own, he understands a need to heal and yet he is impatient perhaps. Willing to tolerate her desire for seclusion for a week or so, two perhaps and yet as time dragged on the boy simply became intolerable and frustrated with the wolf whom would no longer hunt beside him and race through the streets. She would not leave her room, would not eat the food he brought and the manner in which she flinched from his touch, while at first he had surely understood her injuries, had become so frequent his mind had simply come to believe it was unwanted- that she did not desire his closeness and as such he had removed it. Lingering now eternally close and yet offering no true touch upon her- until she leans against his shoulder.

Much of his form is simply given to stiffen in response. It has been....weeks since she has been well enough to seek his touch, any attempts by either of them fading to almost nothing, Tobias simply having come to understand that such a thing was unwelcome despite his own desire as such. Her sore and broken body intolerable to the generally rough play he had become used too and yet his fractured mind cannot fully understand nor perceive her physical and emotional wounds. He was trying, still, trying each day to coax back the woman he had so enjoyed and yet she continued to refuse him. His patience, it would seem, dangerously close to running out though her form leaning back against his own has...soothed him, perhaps, eyes moving to watch her fingers stroke over the jacket as a satisfied purr rises within his throat.

Her words however, see and a sudden and abrupt end to this momentary peace and the delicate tendrils of closeness that had briefly returned between them for that single moment, head tilted down towards her own now, dark eyes narrowing at her words as his mind attempts to understand what is being offered towards him.

"Not....outside because.....of.....horse?"

Each fractured word is distinct, placed, carefully forced from his lips with a slow precision as his mind struggles to place together the information he has been offered- seeking some form of assurance he is correct in his assumptions before the young man moves to abruptly pull away from her once more, bare feet padding against the floor boards as he moves to face her now.

"No horse...there is no.....horse....Tobi knows."

His ability to hunt, to find any person or object assures indeed that he does know where the equine is at any given moment should he choose to find it, dark eyes narrowed further now, not understand perhaps the implication of why she will not leave her room, ore so his mind has simply fixated upon her refusal, still, to budge from within the depths of the Ark. He has heard the 'no' within her words, failing to truly comprehend the reasons behind it once more. The boy frustrated with himself, unable to understand and as such that frustration quickly becomes anger- the man incapable of separating his emotions until each blurs into a single defining characteristic.

"Birdie does....not come outside! Birdies does....not come for hunting....or for fighting.....always...Birdie is...in room I...do not like it!"

It is perhaps the first time he has ever truly shouted out her, though how much of his agitation is aimed at her and how much is truly frustration at himself and his inability to understand her fears cannot be said, arms folding petulantly across his chest now with an irritable huff, dark hair falling over those ever-dark, half wild eyes.

"Bride is.....pack.....have to come out....of room to.....be with pack. Birdie does not...play anymore and...does not....eat and does....not touch and I......am very......red."

That he still employs her system of colours in an attempt to explain whatever emotions he cannot, is perhaps a curious thing, his mind seeming to have seized upon this manner of colours as he very near glares at the woman all the same. His patience, it would seem, finally having run out.

"Birdie is....not good girlfriend....does not play with me.......stupid girl."

The last part is very near hissed towards her and yet decidedly beneath his breath, muttered and yet just loud enough for the woman to hear, dark eyes flicking defiantly towards her in this moment like a child whom has said a bad word, evidently attempting to provoke her now, fully comprehending his final words and yet clearly expecting a reaction as he very near waits for it, deliberately having attempted to displease her as he offers several more sideways glances like a furtive child waiting for his mother to find he has tramped mud through the house.

"Biride has to...come outside because....I say."

His head nods once more with assurance, the young man having moved several paces away from the bed, Tetradore having already instilled within him that some behaviours are not tolerable and yet, without Tetradore here the boy, it would seem, is entirely content to act out in this moment, lips parting ever so briefly to rather distinctly stick his tongue out towards the woman in perhaps the most surly display of behaviour he has ever offered her- his agitated behaviour evidently having become demanding now as he remains several feet from her still.

"Birdie is....coming....outside."

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