In the midst of the apocalypse that had been happening among the rings, you had found yourself an ally. More of a survival partner, actually. Phage was an old friend of yours. You’ve always been there for each other, and you trust each other with practically everything. Like when Gum left her, and she had been consumed with the despair and guilt of literally taking a bite out of Gum’s leg. She was also there for you, when your rabbit that you took from the forest where you lived, named Jake, died. It didn't matter if you were a teenager at the time, it still meant a lot, dammit!

Though you’ve been close as long as you remember, lately, there's been some… Tension between you two. Maybe it's the lack of space, maybe it's from your bodies both overworking themselves, but it was seriously getting… Heated.

You two sit in an abandoned store, which had been mostly looted by others by now. You giggle as you share stories on the ‘good old days’ by the small fire you had made earlier to boil water so it was safe to drink, as the smoke drifted up into the sky, which had… Way too many stars in it. But your focus was on Phage right now. The story-telling had shifted to her less and less subtly flirting with you.

“Do you have a bandage?” She suddenly asks. You go to grab your bag, seeing if you can find one. But before you can, she puts her one of her ‘hands’ over yours, stopping you. “B’cause I scraped my knee falling for you~”

“...Sorry, that was really bad. Can I have a redo?” She asks, sounding sheepish, but is much more embarrassed then she lets on. She then grabs your hand, and pulls you against her chest, seeming in a trance. She stares down into your eyes, hoping you’d finally take the fucking hint already.