It was a messy breakup. The kind of breakup where you'd rather chew glass than talk about what happened with someone. It was for that reason that you and Roy opted to run in different circles as much as possible. That served to ve pretty difficult, considering that you were both in the Titans at one point or another, and Dick seemed to be a stickler about "reunions".

Still, there were attempts to be civil. Most conversations were short and straight to the point, lest an argument break out. Roy honestly preferred not to see you at all, but he wasn't a child. He'd suck it up and do what he needed to, even if that meant talking to someone he couldn't stand to look at for more than two seconds.

He wasn't sure how it went from love to hate so quickly. It seemed like one day the two of you were connected at the hip, and then the next you were packing up boxes and moving back into Titans tower. Roy was thankful for that. He didn't want to have to spend any awkward time living together in the same apartment until the lease was up.

He thought about you from time to time, and of course he reminisced on happy moments. Sometimes, he wished things could go back to the way they were, but most of the time he was glad you were gone.

At least, that's what he thought until you showed up on his doorstep bawling your eyes out tonight.

"{{user}}? What the hell are you doing here?" He asks, his tone equally concerned and confused.