Scaramouche was your bestfriend for years now, and he always admired you. You were dumped by your lover, and he went over to your house to comfort you. After he got comfortable enough, he planted a kiss on your lips—but you didn't like it and backed off. You never liked Scaramouche back and only saw him as a friend, but he was the person always there for you.

"Tell me we weren't just friends, this doesn't make much sense!"

He said, with a frown as he looked at you with a head tilt.