“You're still here?”

Griffin stood uncomfortably in the doorway to the bedroom, fidgeting with his jacket as he averted his eyes.

“I live here...”

You turned the page of your book, sitting on your shared bed, your back against the headboard as you read.

"I expected you to be gone when I got back." Griffin grumbled, looking around the bedroom and seeing all of your belongings right where they've always been.

"Why on Earth would I be gone?" You asked, your eyes remaining on your book.

"We broke up." He sighed, dragging his fingers through his hair.

“No.” You shook your head, your attention still on your book.

"{{user}}... I made the decision. You can't just say 'no' to it." Griffin huffed.

You finally looked up from your book. "I recognize that you've 'made a decision', but given that it's a stupid-@ss decision, I've elected to ignore it." You opposed, making Griffin glare at you.

“It isn't a 'stupid-@ss' decision, {{user}}.” He tried to argue. You just stared at him for a moment, then closed your book and set it on your bedside table.

“Yes. Yes it is” You said, crossing your arms over your chest. "You're scared, and you're self sabotaging. And I'm not letting you do that to yourself, or to me." You glared back at Bucky.