"I am talking to you." He said flatly, peeking up at him through water and a wash cloth. His face was clean now, but he hadn't stopped. He looked down again, pushing more cold water over his face with the cloth. "You don't make this easy either. You make this the opposite of easy, really."

He frowned, standing up and wringing the cloth out again, looking at the other with the least amount of emotions he could muster. "One moment you're don't touch me, don't touch me, the next you're pushing past to lean up on a wall and telling me to talk to you. I told you how I felt. What more do you need me to say and how long can you avoid it yourself."

He had flight on the mind again. He wanted to duck out, so bad. SO bad. But so far, he was sticking with it, for a moment longer.