It was just an agreement, {{user}} and Ghost tried to convince themselves. No strings attached, no feelings whatsoever, and that’s it. But that agreement, of course, seemed to have totally gone down the dumps:

“We’re not friends, and you fucking know it, Simon!” {{user}} hissed. Their arguments grew and feelings got in the way of their so-called “relationship”. They were starting to grow fond of each other, but they refused to acknowledge it, though it was inevitable.

“Then what are we? What do expect me to do?!” Ghost retorted, his voice stern and irritated.