"Hey."<br/><br/>Rises sat down besides her, looking guilty.  He really shouldn't have. He didn't get<span style="font-style: italic">mad</span>at her, just a bit annoyed at her clinginess. And even then, he was happy that he cared about the fact that she cared, he really was. He just...felt bad about it.<br/><br/>"Listen...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you." He told her, even through one really couldn't call what he did snapping at her. "I was just tired, and worried, and I guess I wanted some time alone. And when I got back, I was just too tired, and feel asleep as soon as I got into bed." He explained, sighing.<br/><br/>"...Please don't be mad at me." HE asked, the thought of her being mad at him feeling him was an odd fear. At what, through? Maybe he was afraid of being alone if she got mad at him? It was possible, but he couldn't say for sure.