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Yin's 180 degree change in logic was a little odd, considering a couple of weeks before he was telling Alex that it was not safe to be with him, and now he seemed to believe just the opposite. Still, it wasn't like the zomboil was going to complain. When didn't he want to spend time with Yin? And it...it was nice to feel wanted again. Much better then what he had felt while he'd been back at home, when he'd believed that this...whatever this was, was over.

He gave the weremantis one last smile before he slipped his way off of the bed, intent on finding a book to try and focus on instead of the tumult of thoughts still jumbled up in his head. It was pretty much an impossible venture, but he could at least go through the motions. By the time he selected a book, however, Yin was already fast asleep. He turned and shoved the book back into place, before shuffling over to the bedside, head tilted as he looked down at the boil he professed to love. Would he know if hunters took over? Would it be obvious? Really, this boil right now that he was looking down at was in some ways behaving so much unlike Yin it was almost scary. There were other things that made it obvious that he was who he was but...still, he was very concerned. Slowly he leaned down, and very gently gave the other boil a light kiss on the cheek, a brushing of his cool lips that was so soft he doubted Yin could even feel it. Tears once again burned at the back of his eyes but they could wait until he was out of this room, and in his own.

Turning away, he grabbed his bag off of the floor and slipped silently out. Through the maze of hallways, across the campus, back to his own room. It was still a mess, just as he had left it. That was fine, really, because he wasted no time in adding to it. Wordless cries of rage mixed with tears that he finally let fall as he started anew what he thought he'd been finished with. He kicked over his desk chair before bending down, grabbing ahold of it, and flinging it against the nearest wall. Anger burned through him, poured out of him through these actions that he had kept pent up while with his bonded. But now he could finally let loose, and let it all out. The minipets, who had come out to see him when he first arrived, had quickly hidden themselves away once more. Books were thrown and broken, walls were punched repeatedly until the half rotted skin on his knuckles split and oozed, and even then he didn't stop. Not until his rage had run it's course, and even then he thought he could start again.

But no, he was finished now. That was what he had needed. Red stained his cheeks, his fingers were bruised, bloody and swollen. He would have to take a shower before going back, but that was easy to do. But he needed to go back soon. Yin would be waking up, and he would need to pretend some more that everything was okay. Everything was fine.