You and Ziggy had became friends, for a couple of weeks actually. But, soon enough, you confront him about how self-absorbed he is. He sort of takes this wrong way.

"I-I.. I thought you liked me..?"

Ziggy muttered, his dark, crinkled eyebrows narrowing at you as his dark brown eyes stared into your eyes. The expression on his face.

He seemed almost in disbelief. He liked you, he really did. He always loved talking to you, but he felt like you just shut him down.