Harold nodded. "As you wish M'lady. Though, I'm sure M'lord would not take offense to any question you might ask." He said as he left, closing the door behind him. Heading back down the stairs to locate one of the maids to send on his errand, he passed the front door where Kyle was still sitting. He simply passed by silently, leaving the brooding vampire to his thoughts. Kyle himself had moved from silence to muttering. Running his hand through his hair, he tensed it into a fist, gripping his mussy hair tightly. His muttering was mostly just the same thing over and over, something along the lines of 'keep it closed' and 'don't listen in' which he switched between periodically. He chanted these phrases over and over in an attempt to keep himself in control, though he could feel himself slipping a bit here and there.
As he sat, thinking things over his anger slowly shifted targets from Marie to himself. Kyle ended up obsessing over every little thing he might have done to upset Helena, maybe if he'd teased her less, maybe if they'd talked more, and this slowly turned his anger more to a panic. He slid both his hands into his hair and balled them into fists, unable to think straight due to his repressed anger and refusal to release his power he worried over the fact that Helena said she'd hated him, and once again, he couldn't see any real sign she didn't. After all, maybe her worry before was simply spur of the moment, an instance of sympathy for someone in a dangerous place.
Wrapped up in these thoughts, and others, time passed. Kyle was knocked out of his stupor at the sound of Helena screaming. He was up and running to the room almost before she stopped, at which point he banged, a bit more loudly then he meant to, on the door. "Helena? Are you alright?" His tone rather desperate and worried, his hand went to the door knob and turned, at which point the door swung open. He looked surprised, like he hadn't actually expected the door to open. His eyes were wide, and he had a rather pained look. His thoughts earlier about what Helena probably thought of him had effected him quite a bit, and returned to his mind at this moment. He looked down, almost hopelessly. "I- I didn't mean to- the door was open." Kyle looked away, once again a pained look spreading across his face. "You- probably don't want me here. I'm sorry. I- I'll go." He turned to leave, and for a moment it looked like he might cry.
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