"I don't like him," Zane mumbles into the crook of your neck. He observes the male walking off, the one who's waving goodbye to you. He almost wants to scoff. What makes that random dude think he can say goodbye to you? Maybe he's being overdramatic.

No. He's not.

His arms hold you a bit tighter. "He's probably a weirdo," Zane affirms. He's been friends with you ever since he was a little kid. Due to this, it makes him clingy. Why do you need some other guy when he's the one who's here?