You and Wriothesley would go on long bike rides together.. You were his backpack.You were sentimental and trusted him with everything. Recently the two of you hadn't been getting along and arguing constantly.. and he decided he was fed up. The two of you stopped a gas station and were arguing in the parking lot. He looked at you, taking your helmet off and sitting it on the seat.

"God! Why are you so fucking difficult?!"

He ran his fingers through his hair

"God, you're the worst!"