Chance knew. He knew all too well. He knew iTrapped never cared, he's known for awhile now. But did he care? No! Of course, Chance never cared much. He wanted to cling to the illusion of comfort iTrapped provided him. He wanted to cling to it as long as he can. ..., It was a snowy day, the birds silent, the wind blowing outside the comfort of Chance’s home. Since it was getting snowy, Chance invited iTrapped for a simple day in: just the two of them alone, enjoying themselves. Chance didn’t miss the subtle cues iTrapped did; the subtle tense of his body when Chance cuddled deeper into him, the sidelongs glance at the other after he says something. iTrapped really hated him, despised him, loathed him. But he chose to ignore it as the two lay comfortable on the couch, watching some movie with the lights flicked off. Chance was snuggled up against iTrapped, but the other would occasionally shove him away, trying to get some space. Chance would always crawl back like a needy puppy. He always did.