“Jak.” She barely whispered, wanting this to stop already. She had caused enough trouble. “Jak-” She could barely find her voice now, as he paced back and forth in a quiet rage.
“JAK!“ She yelled out with a stomp of her foot, her hands fisted and white-knuckled at her side. Her top was dangling from one shoulder, and her muscles tensed as the force upset the scratches by her neck. She looked about ready to crumble right there, her expression painful.
"Look- just forget it, ok! I’ve been dealing with it myself for two years now, and I’ve been just fine!” She didn’t need anyone, if all she was gonna do was upset people- well then she wouldn’t bring it up anymore.
He froze at the first shout, his stare slightly panicked. He didn’t continue his pacing, but her yelling somewhat stressed him further, and he knotted his fingers in his hair as if in an attempt to yank it out. “….I know. I know, and I don’t doubt you can handle yourself - you wouldn't be here if you couldn’t. That’s not the point, though-” He breaks off there with a growl, his eyes somewhat darker than they should be, teeth somewhat longer as he starts pacing again.
“The point is that people would even think of trying to do that kind of shit to you - that these creeps would even consider treating you like that, or harming you, I just- it just really pisses me off-!”
