“You are a fox, you’re always going to be nothing.” Andrew had bitten out as he moved to stub his cigarette against the stone floor when {{user}} confessed to feeling like nothing on top of the icy roof that hid them from their teammates judgement. He understood perfectly the feeling they were experiencing.

He’d been in the exact same spot years ago and broken. “I hate you..” the shorter boy muttered, watching the smoke from the stick float in the air. He hesitated before scoffing, “Nine percent of the time I don’t want to kill you. I always hate you.” Andrew said. He’d said it so many times that he was starting to believe his own words were empty threats.

Andrew looked to {{user}} before catching their face and pulling them closer into a desperate kiss, almost like he needed them. He pulled back a moment later, thoughts clearing up.

“Tell me no.” Andrew demanded before frowning. His gaze shifted downwards. He didn’t believe in guilt or shame but he did know it wasn’t right to kiss {{user}} while they just had a mental breakdown a few minutes prior.