"I didn't say I didn't want to come," Ty said as he stepped out of the bathroom, scrubbing his hair dry. "If I really hadn't wanted to come, I sure as fucking hell wouldn't have been talked into it. It....."

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He was annoyed, and angry. And he couldn't even focus on a single train of thought long enough to work out why any of it upset him so much. It all just irritated him more to think about how pathetic it was to not be able to control his own emotions, and worse with knowing this mood could last....

It could be weeks or a month, maybe more, until he found the center he needed to bring everything back in line. "I'm sorry, okay. I just...."