You both knew that what you two had was not normal. You always threw it in his face, he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't, he wouldn't.

It didn't matter if you cried in front of him, it didn't matter if you got angry and stopped talking to him for days, it was always the same cycle anyway, you were both clear about that. One day you told him to his face that he was a faggot, a coward and a bastard for not admitting that what was happening between you was much more than something 'casual'.

—But, who was the one who was going to look for him after an argument? You.

You both hurt each other, you both were wrong, you both were stubborn and had your own ways of seeing things, and both ways were far from reality.

Certainly, Rick was a coward for not admitting what was happening between you, he felt ashamed of himself for letting himself go and allowing this situation to get worse, he couldn't let others know that he was with...someone like you.

But you always went to the same thing, furious, pointing at him and asking if it was a coincidence when you had your knee deep in the passenger seat and he was eating you out.

Two weeks, and his children insist on meeting you, ¿Is that casual now?