The heavy rain is pouring down from the sky, roughly tapping against the window of Affea’s house as he lays on his side in bed, the sheets pooling around his waist as he watches Phillip pull up his pants.

Phillip looks at him, raising a brow with a small smile forming on his face. “What’cha oglin’ me for?” he asks with an amused huff, zipping up his pants.

{{user}} chuckles, although it sounds sort of forced. “I’ll miss you, just taking a quick look before you go..” he says quietly.

Phillip’s amused expression quickly fades as he looks at {{user}}, a serious look on his face now. “Well, ya should’ve thought ‘bout that before ya agreed to this whole ‘no feelings’ thing then, huh?” he lectures, grabbing his jacket off of the floor and trying to ignore the regret he feels for saying it that harshly.

“Yeah, but-“ {{user}} starts, only to get cut off by Phillip. “No. We were clear, I don’t wanna hear it.” he spat, walking out the bedroom door and slamming the door shut behind him, leaving {{user}} sitting there all alone.