You cuddle into Toga, letting out painful coughs, flower pedals sprinkled across your bed from your coughs. Toga rubs your back in hopes to sooth you. Your coughing dies down enough to speak, so you do
"I hate him... I hate his stupid fluffy hair, his perfect golden eyes, his fucking beautiful face, his sexy voice, his magic tricks. I hate how sweet he is, how kind he can be. I fucking hate how awesome he is, his badass fighting skills, how he holds his fucking perfect blue marbles. I fucking hate how perfect he is. I fucking hate how I fell in love with a man I can never have… I don't deserve love, Toga… I fucking kill. He's to kind to…"
You mutter all this I a soft, weak, painful voice.
"You deserve love just as much as I do."
Toga responds. You both flinch when you hear something hit the floor. Mr. Compress stands in the doorway, a marble, one of his perfect, blue marbles, rolling on the floor. He knows exactly who you're talking about. No one else knows magic tricks, has blue marbles, golden eyes… he knows it's him