The look that would best describe Victor at that moment would be a startled cat. His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly open.
"Wh-wh-what?! I-I. . .Refuse to let me leave?" he spluttered, for once in his life he was at a loss for words. "Don't get me wrong, kid. It's been lovely, but I'm a loner. People don't get along with me and that's how I like it!" He was starting to sound a bit defensive and just the slightest bit happy.
"I just don't want to. . .wreck everything. I do-I do want to be with everyone. . ." that last bit was spoken so quietly and reluctantly, almost like a plea for help. "I just don't know how! I. . ." He bit his lip. "You all are too nice. Too nice to me! I'm not used to it. I've been alone for so long, so very long. I don't want my barriers to be broken! They're safe." Then Victor closed his mouth with a snap. He had said too much, this was embarrassing. How he hated confrontations. 'Lord, I hope no one else hears this." The tips of his ears were bright pink. "I swear! If you EVER tell ANYONE what I just said, I'll kill you!"