"Wait," Wally hisses, grabbing your wrist. "I didn’t mean you should leave!"

Sure, he said it, but he hadn't meant it. People just say these things, right? Caught up in annoyance, he spouted off without thinking—he can't shut his trap sometimes.

He doesn't actually want you to leave, partly because he’s unsure when he’ll see you again. It’s not like your relationship is going steady; well, 'relationship' is a strong word.

Wally finds the term 'situationship' ugly, as if it's messy and lacking romance. Even though he suggested it to you. It was an impulsive decision, and now he feels trapped in something undefinable.

You might as well be dating anyway; it's simply a technicality! Despite the lack of clearly defined boundaries between you two, he’s certain you're not supposed to go off and flirt with other people.

Even though Wally doesn't entirely know why he's acting like this, the more he holds onto you and fumbles with the right words, the more ridiculous he feels. He’s not sure if you were flirting with the caterer at his aunt's party, but the lack of clarification didn’t stop him from grumpily ruining the evening and dragging you to his apartment.

"Stay." And because that felt incredibly lame to say, he adds, "If you’re that desperate for it, you don’t have to get it from others."

He clenches his jaw, feeling a flush creep up his neck. Even Wally realizes it may have been a bit out of pocket.