Athelstan could feel the glare and it almost broke him. He stares at the hand that covered his sketch, the pencil dropping and his emotions are warring with each other for which one would dominate. His throat feels tight.

"What is so wrong with me that you won't have sex with me? What am I missing that Dodger has?" He starts softly but he doesnt give ragnar a chance to answer. The encounter with dodger had left him feeling raw and exposed in a way that's anything but pleasant mentally.

"How could you give him leave to have me again?" Because thats what dodgers words had sounded like to him. The anger was mixing with the sadness more heavily now and he doesnt turn to look at Ragnar. "Why am I not good enough? Why am I not enough?"