Dante gave a little growl as the vodka bottle was snatched from him, but didn't snatch it back like he wanted. Going back to focusing on wrapping him up, considering he'd had to restart the process a third time due to scattered concentration, he did nothing to hide the frown he was sporting. Pausing with the gauze part way around Josef's abdomen he looked up at him, scenting the genuine sorrow coming off of him. He wasn't falling for it, he wasn't going to give in, wasn't going to let it get to him despite the fact his inner wolf was itching to Provide comfort and support. "Yeah well ... sorry doesn't cut it..." He began wrapping him up again. "And if you haven't already realised, you lost the fight with Zach..." he muttered bitterly, fingers lingering a second or two longer than necessary over the wounds he'd bandaged so far. "So you aren't exactly in any position to fix anything."<br/><br/>With one last tug and a knot to secure the dressing, he cut the bandage. Standing up, he was quick to step back and away from Josef, his scent messing with his head as he put the first aid supplies away. He growled and got in Josef's face, "oh yeah? and how do you plan to do that, huh?" he yanked his collar to the side showing off the mark Zach had given him. "I am never getting away from this." He yanked the vodka bottle from Josef and took a glug. "Don't you think I've tried? No one wants me, no one will even touch me, look at me, I'm ruined, in fact the pack have started to look at me like I am just as bad as him! With his threats, his tricks..." He took another drink. "It wasn't even my choice, and now I am stuck mated to that bastard and I can't change that fact! I have no choice in the matter. I never have since..." He paced back and forth in front of Josef. "If you had just-!" He chucked the vodka bottle against the wall, watching it shatter, huffing. It was probably the only clean it was likely going to get.<br/><br/>Scrubbing his hands over his face he was feeling worn down, exhausted, getting another headache. "You have no right... you have no right to be spouting such hope, such ideals, such desires, when you were the one who took it from us, when you left..."<i>left me. </i>He thought, feeling raw and bleeding on the inside. Just having Josef near him was giving him hope that things could possibly change, and it was a hope he couldn't afford. "Unless you have a master plan, and the ammo to pull it off, you will never win Josef. And seeing as how your last fight went, you have your answer, you have nothing. So.... just leave..." it pained him to say those two words. "You can let yourself out... unless you are planning on camping outside my door all night. Then you might as well take the floor. But I want you gone by morning."<br/><br/>He looked down at his bloodied hands, gritting his teeth at Josef's scent, a scent his inner wolf wanted nothing more than to roll in. "I'm going to have a shower." He wanted Josef's scent out of his nose and off his hands, not wanting to be in the same room as him, mostly because it hurt too much.