He doesn't move as Susan gets close, part of him is mad, though he knows this isn't really Susan's. Lauren hadn't gotten to do lots of things since he'd started watching his brother. It had always been okay before because he cared more about doing what was right then whatever other desires he had. Right now what was right was looking after Susan, but even though he knows that he can't help but feel mad.

He doesn't find comfort in Susan's warmth at his side, and part of him wants to push the other boy away. If it wasn't for Susan he wouldn't even be here right now. He could be in town, living in a house. He could go to the initiation tonight and do whatever he wanted to. He wouldn't have to worry about anyone else.

In the end he stands, going over to his pack, and tearing the robe off to put his tunic back on, his breaches still covering his legs. He wipes his face on the white of the fabric before ditching it on his furs.

"I just need to be alone for a while." he murmurs voice still shaky. "I'll be fine."