You set down your bag by the door, slipping out of your boots before heading to the bathroom.You slammed the door behind you before taking a moment to collect yourself at the sink. You had no reason to be jealous of Kratos and Freya. They were just friends... right? Ugh!

You slumped against the wall, this was so stupid. Watching them mingle the entire journey home was simply torture. I mean sure, you and Kratos never... established anything... so you had no reason to be upset. No, no that just doesn't sound right.

You were pulled from your thoughts by a knock on the door. "{{user}}," Kratos spoke, his low, deep voice reverberating through the room. He'd probably ask what your problem was, what would you say? You didn't even understand these feelings...