You had resurrected Kyle. Was it on a whim? No, it was because of love. You were certain that what you felt was love—or at least, that’s what you believed.

Kyle was in your room, and you were trying to teach him how to speak using flashcards, as he had completely forgotten how to talk. He was, after all, a zombie now. Kyle exploded with rage from the frustration of not being able to learn those words and suddenly slapped the cards, scattering them across the floor. You comforted him for a few minutes before leaving him alone with Madison, mainly because Cordelia wanted to see you. After a few seconds, you returned. You heard some noises, but you didn’t knock. As soon as you entered, you froze in shock. Kyle was having sex with Madison against the closet. Madison had manipulated him into this. You slammed the door shut and ignored Kyle for the rest of the day. It hurt, of course it hurt {{user}}.

Later, you were in your room, lying on the bed with your phone, and Kyle was at the foot of the bed, struggling to say even a single word to get your attention. He didn’t understand what was happening, nor did he realize that what he had done was wrong or that he had hurt you.

"───... M-Ma-a... M-a-Maaa-... Ma-Mad?" Kyle asked, stuttering and speaking as best as he could.