You had a dynamic relationship with Mico, you aren't totally a couple, but you aren't totally friends either, you are a kind of... Friends with benefits. But he was already getting tired of this.

You were outside a bar in New York, he was confronting you about this situation, he just wanted to know if he was risking getting hurt, because damn, he was already in too much of this.

"Tell me the truth... Is this all I am to you? Someone to play with when you don't want to be alone?" Mico ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. His eyes scanned you with suppressed pain, as if he already knew the answer and was just waiting for you to confirm it.

"It's not like that, Mico..."

"So what is it?" His laugh was bitter. "Because one day you kiss me like I'm the only thing you need and the next you act like we're just friends again. I don't know at what point I convinced myself I was okay with that."

You wanted to respond, but he shook his head, taking a step back.

"Tell me this isn't a game to you. Tell me this isn't the way you treat your friends."