Something snapped in him snapped, making Len's darker persona take reign. One moment he was leaning against the desk, the next he was holding her down by her wrists on the bed. He was beyond pissed off, hearing her yell at him destroyed any restraint he had. The predatory look in his eyes was a dead giveaway to how dangerous he was at the moment. The chances he'd hurt her were really high.<br/><br/>"Don't you yell at me!" He screeched, his face so close to hers his nose was almost brushing hers, "I know you blame youself for her death, but don't even think of accusing me of taking her from you!"<br/><br/>He was shaking, so tense his muscles were cramping from the stress. His expression mirrored hers almost exactly. The fact he'd seen her mother be run over was still a raw subject. However, he could fulfill the request she'd given him. Now, that he had found her daughter.<br/><br/>"She'd asked me to take care of you if I found you!!" He continued, squeezing her wrist enough to hurt them