Tegan growled to herself as he left, and picked up a bowl, wanting to throw it. Waning to throw something, punch someone, destroy something really loudly. Taking a deep breath, she reigned in her emotions, and put the bowl down, still seething, angry at herself for being stupid, at him for being so perfect, at herself for ever summoning him in the first place. She needed to do something before she took a knife and killed him, herself.<br/><br/>She wanted to go up there and throw herself at him, have him work his magic and make her forget. She wanted to run as far away from him as she could. She wanted to stop wanting him, wanting his attention, his presence. She didn't believe he wanted her for any reason other than the bond. She couldn't. It was easier to be hurt now than later on. It was easier to be hurt than think she was actually worth something special again to have it torn down.<br/><br/>She wanted to forget all of this, but she was afraid of going to him.