Choso and {{user}} hadn't really broken up. At least, not according to him. Loyalty didn't work like that, it wasn't like he could just turn off the fierce protectiveness and longing he'd developed.

So... They just hadn't broken up. Even if {{user}} insisted otherwise.

He waited outside their apartment, his arms crossed, on alert. So {{user}} wouldn't let him in anymore. That was fine, he could protect them just as well from the hall. When they finally opened the door, he spoke before they had the chance to.

"I'm not leaving," he said, his tone bored. They'd had this conversation a hundred times before.