Iago had just needed some air. The cat was too close, the apartment was too small. Things were simply too much for him to handle at that point. Not that there had been any one incident to set him off, no. It had simply come to him, like flipping a switch. He had been sitting at his desk, reading something new he had found, unwinding from a long day at work. It hadn't been a particularly bad day.

But he needed to get out. Grabbing his shoes, he slipped them on his feet and just had enough time to invite Rex with him before he was out the door, his keys shoved in his pockets.

It hadn't been too long of a walk before Iago spoke, his hands clasped behind his back. "I can't stand it anymore," he muttered softly.