Davvin jumped at the venom in Tavis's reply, not understanding how Tavis could be upset; how he had any right in being upset. Before, he could ask though the phone clicked and the line was dead. Davvin pulled his phone away from his ear and stared at it, feeling so very, very confused. Seriously, what was with Tavis? He leaned back on his bed, tossing his phone away, but utterly aware that there was no way he was going back to sleep now, no matter how much the alcohol still swam in his head. He sighed, picking his phone back up and just staring at it, before he drifted back to his early text conversation with Tavis. When he did, he noticed two additional text messages that he hadn't earlier. He frowned, eyebrows furrowing, wondering what Tavis could have meant. Not that he could ask him now, since Tavis blew up on him. What else could Tavis have had to tell him? Get lost? The arrangement was over? He didn't want to think about it. He just wanted to have that absolute certainty of his soulmate loving him back, and that was the one thing he couldn't have.