He remembers, in those moments, those words the woman beneath him offers so plucking at those threads of memory that existed in fractured shards within the confines of his mind, tugging at those images he tries so desperately to grasp and yet that see him frown all the same. He remembers Tetra's anger at him, those months the longest of the deviant boys life, that rejection from his companion perhaps the first true event within all his existence that had truly resulted in any real hurt with the often seemingly indifferent Leopard. He adored Tetradore, his fixation with his chosen alpha utterly unbreakable, the better part of his very life spent trailing after the man in all those years that had been separated. Tobias, perhaps, understood very little of the nature of relationships and those intricate touches of emotion and yet he understands, simply, that Tetra is his belonging, his thing to protect, his chosen being outside Birdie herself and as such that cold shoulder had been very much more then he could bare. His anger and frustration and lack of understanding best seen perhaps, by the very woman he rested atop of now, dark eyes searching her own as his features frown softly at those memories that cause displeasure in him even now to consider as unease stirs- beginning to so finally weave its way through that taint of want that tugged at his form in far more ways then one. Those fractured words finding his lips as those touches hesitate now.

This concept of feeling is beyond him to truly grasp perhaps, at least, in this manner that it is presented to him. His distress at Tetradore's rejection seeming to distress Raven in turn, this flow of emotion to far outside his mentality to truly appreciate and yet the words he understands all the same as they turn within his mind. Birdie had....felt sad.....for him. He frowns slightly, so processing these words, these attempts at thought seeming to steadily infiltrate that haze of desire and want that had sat so potently upon him before. He hardly moves from his position, at least not yet, those basal, animalistic hormones still content to press for that utter need he had within him to so display to the curly-haired woman just how he felt in a wholly physical sense. He is right to want such things, he is sure, even despite the countless times she so presses him away. His need is instinctive and yet human all at once and yet this time the reasons behind her hesitation so seem to bring about his own as his mind grasps those concepts. His head shakes softly, lightly, black hair askew as he assures her he is not angry. This is an emotion he has learned to connect and so rightly perceive in at least some sense and it is not anger with her he finds as he moves, at last, to shift from her.

It is with no small measure of reluctance that the gangly deviant lays himself beside her instead, an irritable huff upon his lips and yet such is his, perhaps childish, attempts to more peacefully express those gnawing needs that are sure to go unattended tonight. He does not understand, not fully, why Birdie so continues to deny him and yet he understands- simply, that it will not be tonight. The boy possessing at least some sense of respect for this though those fractured thoughts rapidly seem to find clarity, twisting within the confines of his mind until his eyes blaze with a ready gold- turning upon Raven once more without that look of vacancy that so often seemed to exist within those fathomless pools. It is this side of him, surely, that so understands that what Raven had denied him in that moment was not intimacy or sex- she had denied him the chance to, perhaps, displease Tetradore all over again even if that more rational side of himself so understood that it was surly not so. It was her respect for that other meaningful relationship within his life that saw her hesitate, those golden eyes ablaze in that understanding, a grin working its way on his lips, head dipped in a gentle nod before he rolls onto his back once more, that gold swallowed by the blackness as he blinks towards the sky- lanky frame shifting slightly at that discomfort he so found within his pants. It takes another moment or so of decidedly uncomfortable shifting before another snort of disdain passes his lips- this time focused entirely towards his own sensitivity.

"Jeans are....to.....small."

The words are muttered but a moment later, Tobias perhaps not understanding so entirely the processes at work here and how or why he found himself so entirely uncomfortable before his desire to ask Tetradore sees another question upon his lips- his eagerness surely clear. The kiss she places upon his forehead and lips sees that grin widen once more before the girl rests upon chest- his features frowning once more at her assurance Tetradore was surely busy tonight.

"Then ask....tomorrow."

He nods in assurance once more, determined to ask after this very thing tomorrow- one hand lifting to toy with one lock of curly hair, the boy so relishing those patterns and shapes and curls within her long hair.

"We will...go home....soon but not.....yet."

His head nods again in promise once more, Tobias seemingly content in this truly rare moment of peace to simply lie with his mate beneath that moon.

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