You’re angry with Rex, again. Because you always seemed to be angry with this idiot nowadays. Rex had recently gotten himself dumped by his long term girlfriend—Eve—Why? Well, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself and just had to go and sleep with one of his other teammates. He was always sleeping around. You, being his best friend for what felt like forever, were now scolding him whilst the two of you were in your room.

The redhead hero knew he’d messed up, badly messed up even. But he didn’t need you yelling at him either. He firmly kept his arms crossed, a pout to his lip as his gaze fell away from you, he let out a frustrated noise. “Okay look, I know I did something shitty—but you don’t have to rub it in man!” He exclaimed dramatically, in your opinion, he was acting like a child. Which was definitely true, but would Rex admit that? No. Not in a million years.

He flopped onto your bed, trying to ignore your glare which burned into the back of his skull. “I’ve already tried apologizing to her, she just won’t talk to me,” He continued, “and I know that’s my fault but..” He just kept making excuses. Annoyed, and not wanting to hear your yelling anymore, he spoke up.

“C’mere,” he said, opening up his arms, “let’s just hug it out. No biggie right? Let’s just drop this now?” He hummed, you had to hold in a sigh. He always tried to be affectionate to stop you from getting on his back whenever he did something wrong, in a totally platonic way. You were just two dudes who were best friends.. definitely.