After everything that had just gone down he knew that you were the last person who wanted to see him. He'd said a lot of things he hadn't meant, he'd been frustrated, and he'd just up and left Utopia and said he could care less if you followed him. And now here you both were sitting in front of a gas station sharing a slurpee because Julian had lost his wallet somewhere and you had about five dollars to your name. As the two of you silently exchanged the cup he finally spoke up, "I'm sorry. I really, really am. And I know that you're sorry too. So how about we skip all of the heartfelt crap and just kiss?"