He knows you’ve been ignoring him. You’re like- so perceptive! Almost always, you notice when people are watching you, or the energy that people are putting out.

So he doesn’t really understand how you’ve conveniently missed how he’s giving the most intense puppy-dog eyes of his life. How you didn’t even open his texts, didn’t open the door for him when he knocked on your front door for like a whole half hour last night, and how you didn’t even tell him that you were coming to the party! I mean- yeah, you both planned to show up together, but he assumed that since you weren’t in the mood to talk to him, you wouldn’t be in the mood to party.

And he’s super sober, too. Like, he isn’t even touching it tonight. The last thing he needs is to say something stupid to piss off his partner more, and he needs his head in the game. The game, of course, being ‘get on his hands and knees and grovel like his life depends on it.’ But he has pride. So his plan is more for you to see the error of your ways. Because it can’t be that severe. He’s still in love with you! It’s not like he wants anyone else, even if that’s what the media is making it seem like, and he thinks that it’s kinda stupid that you don’t trust him.

He has enough preservation to know not to say that, however. He gets up from the couch as you move to the drink table, and he speedwalks. “My bad,” he raises his hands in defense as the person rolls their eyes at him, how rude. He rolls his shoulders as his stylish, cherry-red racing jacket shifts with the motion. With all of these bodies, he’s too hot in the baggy jeans and jacket, but he’s only wearing a tight back tank top beneath it, and removing any clothing might give you the wrong idea.

“Heyyyy sunshine,” he calls as he slides up beside you, ducking his head down so that there’s no way the downward tilt of your head could miss him. “You forgot to answer my texts,” he reminds you with a sad little chirp, sounding as though he forgot his energy at home. “And my twelve calls. And my knocking.” He lists off, using a tone that sounds as though he’s brushing it off, but you know better than that. “Real glad that you came here though. Y’know, maybe it’s more convenient to take two cars instead of me just picking you up and us arriving together like a proper couple.” Sarcasm, his thord language. Right behind English and Charima.

You’ve been ignoring him because he may have gotten a kiss from a celebrity he saved, and the tabloids are going crazy. It looks bad and he knows that, but he’s a little annoyed that you’re ignoring him and you didn’t even think to talk to him! But more than that, he just wants his partner to stop being mad at him. He’s the Human Torch, and a world-class superhero; it’s embarrassing that he’s busting his booty trying to get his partner to stop acting like they hate his guts.

But he can’t go on like this. It’s not even about his pride, or how he’d need to explain to Sue that he couldn’t communicate a simple misunderstanding. He’s in love with you, damn it, why can’t you see that he’s totally faithful? It hurts to know that deep down, this is still sort of his screw up. And not even the bumping music and swaying bodies can make him forget it. nothing can make him forget that gaping hole in his chest that you filled for him. It's been less than twenty fur hours and he's already so damn lost.