Brain couldn’t comprehend why she was acting as she did, neck arching and mane falling over her aureate canvas. It was almost as if she was displaying something, what it was he didn’t know. It was nearly frustrating, this naivety he was stuck with. What was it she wanted? Was that it? That she desired something from him? He had no idea what he could possibly give to her, if that was the case. She seemed so strange to him, acting the way she did and carrying on. Tolio wished she would just say whatever it was that was on her mind and stop confusing him, because it wasn’t very helpful the way she was being so impossible to handle. It was almost frustrating, for he felt as if she were speaking a language through her body, one that he couldn’t decipher and had never heard before. What was wrong with women?! Why couldn’t they just be straightforward? Everything had to be so complicated with them! See, this is exactly why he was gay!

Her gaze moved away from him and he breathed an internal sigh of relief. Gods he was so lost. Might as well collect himself and return to his thoughts while she did the same. He wanted to simply disappear. Phaedra practically hated him, leaving the way she did despite his own pain in saying what he’d had to. Damn her, then. If she wanted to be childish, thinking this didn’t hurt me too, then let her leave! It was not in the least true, of course. He still loved her, but they’d broken each other’s hearts enough to leave the both of them bitter. Tolio was doomed for love and he knew it. Why did he even try? It was foolish for him to think he could mean something to someone. Much less find someone else who was gay, despite his unnerving crush on a Basin stallion. Give it up, Tolio. You’re not going to go far. Chest ached from the pain of that thought. He was stuck, unmoving. How had it come to this? He had entered Helovia expecting a simple life with a partner at his side, and instead he’d been kicked around and crushed repeatedly. Life wasn’t as he’d expected.

Angora turned once more and silver blue eyes moved to find her visage in return. ”What has you hung, babe.” What? Hung? Confusion was clear on his face and he stared at her funny. Uncomprehending. Muzzle reached out to him and, not wanting to offend her, he returned the gesture in a completely friendly way before retreating. Not wanting to linger long, a bit uncomfortable with her sudden advances. Gaze was soft, almost adoring, and his own were wide and shocked. What in the world…? He longed for Faelene to be there, to explain this to him, or even Phaedra if he had to. Mares. What the hell. ”…I want you…” Tolio jerked back as if stung, taking a step back and giggling nervously, eyes darting around them. ”U-Uh…Miss Angora…I don’t think you understand…” Awkwardly looking at her, head raised and tilted away from her, nervous grin matching the unsteady laughter. ”I don’t prefer the company of mares, if you will,” hoping to Gods she got the hint and he didn’t have to just throw it in her face, trying to let her down easy.

[OOC: Permission granted for magic use]