Lisa didn't leave the bathroom for damned near an hour, worrying Toshinori more and more as time passed. However he tried to occupy himself with reheating the food a time or two (anymore than that would not only ruin all of his prior culinary efforts- but turn everything to some rubber like substance unfit for human consumption) And simply sitting in the semi darkness, twiddling his thumbs because he honestly didn't think that she would appreciate a hug from him right now.

Upon her emergence from the bathroom, Toshinori sat up a little straighter where he sat, and studied her for a moment. To be honest, the woman didn't look so good. In fact she was haggard, overly tense and looked just a little bit on the green side to him.

Maybe I should have put something in her food or drink to relax her or maybe help her sleep after all. He thought to himself before quickly realizing what he was thinking and ruthlessly squashing the idea as something stupid and idiotic that must never be done unless she requested such.

Especially given the stress of the situation that she had found herself in. Going behind her back wouldn't earn him any brownie points and would only serve to drive a greater wedge between them. And that was something that he simply couldn't allow since as of today- she was his.

And he felt the deeply rooted instinct within him pushing aside the strange numbness that he had been suffering from since the death of his first soulmate, Jenna, and urging him to care for and protect her even if it meant dying.

He stayed quiet so that he could observe her from the shadows as Lisa gave the food that he had fixed for her a small curious look, but didn't move to eat or touch anything. Not even the wine.

Instead he watched as her small hand slowly, and tentatively went for the knife that he'd left on the tray for her to use if she needed to and all of a sudden he felt rage surge through him- unyielding and righteous- and as she closed her hand around the handle and started to lift it, he was up and out of his seat and across the room so quickly- his large body wrapping around her own, his hands grasping.

One loosely wrapped around her throat as his other applied pressure to her wrist, causing her to drop the dangerous-life-threatening-blade with a soft cry of pain as he then shifted his hold on her and threw her onto the bed so quickly that everything blurred and was disorienting enough to keep her down while he stalked over to the bed and pinned her in place with her hands above her head. And snarled at her like an animal, caged by his own anger at both himself and her careless and foolish actions, wounded by his past loss- all he could think was that she was trying to leave him.

The only other chance of ever being happy again was trying to leave him.

And he couldn't allow her to. He couldn't be alone again dammit! Never. Again.

"You will not leave me! I will not allow you to!"

His blue eyes darkened as he stared down at her petrified figure as a terrified whimper escaped her lips. The sound shaming him as he took in her teary eyed expression and felt some of his anger and rage melt away as the more logical side of his mind tried to reason with him.

This wasn't entirely her fault.

Sure the action she had been thinking of taking was careless, foolish even. But look at who he was. He wasn't a nice guy anymore, even if some part of who had once been still remained. He was a criminal. He killed. He stole. Hell he had built a fucking criminal organization from the ground up and even led it.

Being the soulmate of such a person would no doubt be daunting to her. His sins were no doubt horrifying and overwhelming to one such as she. She had merely been trying to escape the only way that she thought she truly could. And if he hadn't still been in the room, she might have actually succeeded.

And if she had...and he had lost yet another soulmate...the world could not conceive of the monster that he would become though the people of the world certainly likened him to one now- they knew nothing of what he was totally capable of.

Blinking down at her, he let out a quiet huff. His warm breath fanning her face for a moment before he said quietly, "Forgive me, precious, but you frightened me. And I do not like being frightened in such a way." Before he then leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on the corner of her pale lips before then removing himself from her to sit next to her on the bed and run a large hand through his hair in frustration.

Dammit, dammit, dammit! He hadn't meant to flip out on her but... When she had picked up the knife and started to lift it he had known what she intended and in an instant- his mind had been swamped by sickening images of her slitting her wrists and laying in a pool of blood or stabbing herself in the chest or stomach or even slitting her own throat and him finding her body and holding it as it cooled and crying in grief. Just like he had with little Jenna.

It had made him so angry that he had almost felt as if he were going mad all over again and he simply hadn't been able to control himself or his actions. His only thought at the moment had been to stop her.

Stop her from dying. Keep her from leaving him.

However thanks to his recklessness mere moments ago, he had set his courtship of her back considerably. He needed to find a way to fix this since he doubted that a simple apology would do the trick. But how? He wondered as he cast a small glance at her from over his shoulder.

She was curled up on her side facing away from him, her slender form trembling and he could hear her soft sobbing though she was trying to muffle it by burying her face against the mattress- and felt his heart twist in his chest at the sight and slowly moved himself so that he was lying next to her, facing her and carefully slipped his arms around her smaller body and pulled her against him.

He heard her gasp and felt her stiffen against his front, yet wasn't deterred.

To be honest he felt as if they could both use this. He needed to know that she was still with him, even if she was unhappy about it. And she needed someone to hold her while she cried- even if she hated him right now.

Running the fingers of one hand through her long silky hair in what he hoped was a soothing manner, he muttered in a tired tone, "Go ahead and cry. I'll only hold you until your back asleep, then I'll leave you be." And he meant it. He had seriously resigned himself to sleeping on his couch for god knew how long until she was at least a little more comfortable with his presence.