[No, Rosso is absolutely right to be confused, because the mixed messages Adrian is sending are quite literally off the charts. He knows that, yet it's hard to figure out what even he wants when he's so used to acting on impulse. Flying off the handle. Shouting and cursing until things start to make sense, because life has never really afforded him the chance to stop and think, or to act better than that.

The fact that Rosso can't even look at him right now stings, yet he doesn't feel like he deserves any different when he's the one acting like a fool.]

I don't...want you to do anythin'. I mean...you can do whatever you want, but like...I don't want you to feel like you gotta do somethin' specific or special for me.

[I don't deserve it]

...look. It ain't an excuse, I'll say that up front, but sometimes I just...this fuckin' monster brain, or whatever, it makes me... [He shakes his head, his lip curling. He knows what he's trying to say, but finding the words is hard.] ...I guess you're right in sayin' that post did kinda freak me out a little. Not 'cause of anythin' you did or said, but more like...I saw it, and all I could think about was people pryin' into our business. Your business. Like, I know you asked for advice, but all I could see was people fuckin' with you, and it made me...mad. Like I needed to go say somethin' or do somethin' on a post that's months old by now.

[His throat flexes, because he knows what he's about to say is...insane, but it's the best way he can describe it.]

You're mine now. And the territorial part of my stupid brain wants to keep you an' whatever we're doin' all to myself. It's exactly what I did with that bitch, and I know it, but I...it ain't somethin' I've gotten a handle on yet.

But it ain't all instinct, or whatever. I just don't think before I run my mouth.