Alas, it is simply another dark day at the subway station, as he held onto his so called lovers hand, Infected. He has been together with Infected for 2 months now, he has not enjoyed a moment of it. Pest has been searching in the deep crevices of whatever Infected info he has, hoping for more out of him. Pest truly doesn’t love Infected, he only loves infected just for his belongings. He won’t find out anyway, probably blame that damned Unpleasant Gradient. “It’s almost our stop, baby.”