come, let's talk

KORBIN

But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?

And sometimes a mere presence could drive a hard pressed person over the edge. Korbin's patience had been non existent for a good season and a half now, and Chulane's intrusion into his grief - or wallowing, as this woman so eloquently put it - had left him unbalanced. On edge, tense, already worked up.

Without warning Korbin spun on his heel and stopped dead, so abruptly that the girl was in danger of smacking into him, or forge way ahead of him unless she had good reflexes. His hand snapped out, grasping not for the pastries but for her wrist, in a way that was none too gentle.

"When will you get it into your thick head that I don't want you around?" he snarled, and leveled flinty eyes on her, cold and hard as the ice around them. "Take your prattling and your sweets and fuck off to someone who gives a damn."

Part of him was horrified by what he was doing. Would this end up like with Chulane? A person unconscious on the ground, and him standing over them, absent all illusions of control? Why could they not see that it was better to stay away? Better for everyone, and them most of all.

Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around