"But, I, you, she...you can't, not her!" His voice sounded almost desperate. The image in his mind, of Nepeta and Vriska lying in a huge pile of things, having a feelings jam, leaving him out in the cold forever, wouldn't vanish from his mind, even as it was tinted by red veins of stark anger. No wonder Vriska had been so affable about his presence. She'd been laughing at him behind his back. Foolish Equius, the unwitting pale cuckold!

His desperate pleadings turned to enraged growls, and his teeth began to grind, grind grind, his hands closing into fists.