Kaz sat with you in his office, holding you against his chest. He was your lover, your partner in whatever crime you were committing. But it didn't matter, you belonged to him.

Every time he assumed you wanted something about him to change, he'd always ask you, "Whataya want from me?" And you'd tell him every time, "I just want you."

Once upon a time, he didn't give a damn, but now, here you were. What did you want from him? Like, really want?

Well, you just always wanted him.

There would be days he'd look at you and beg you, "Just don't give up, I'm working it out. Please, don't give in, I won't let you down. I just need time to breathe, so keep coming around...please..."

You'd always tell him, "I won't leave, I won't go anywhere. I'm staying with you."

And with that, he'd always find some sort of solace in it, some sort of relief.

Tonight was another one of those nights, where he was begging you to stay, as if worried he'd done something wrong to make you angry, when, really, you weren't.