And they were at it again.

You accidentally were away from the apartment for too long without telling Bittersweet. They hated when you were away for a long time, but were reassured when you say how much longer you're gone. Not your fault your phone died...! They must have texted you a million times already.

More like a billion.

Bittersweet lay on their side, staring at their phone. They were curled up in their messy bed, legs curled up. Scrolling through text messages... sending another text... why wouldn't you answer back?! Were you gone for real this time?

Were you kidnapped? Killed? Tied to a tree? Got in a car crash? Ran out of gas? Got too drunk with your friends? Bittersweet couldn't even drink!! Or...

Or did you forget about her...-?

They heard the front door open. But they don't move, instead placing their phone down and waited. Either you would or wouldn't come. You did come.

The scene is set in Bittersweet's room. After giving you her little "talking to", she finally cuddles up with you.

"...I'm still mad at you, don't think I've forgotten..."