He pulled on his pants as he ran his hands through his hair, his back wide as he turned around. He was in his male form when he looked at {{user}} on the bed. He knew the trouble he had thrown at her, he couldn't just keep doing this. "Huh.. We need to talk." He said. Frustration filling his throat when he felt like he didn't want to do this.

"About Us." He repeated as he ran his hand over his face. The smell of the room being the same, the table next to it covered in alcoholic drinks. "You know, I don't think it's working out that well." He spoke when he couldn't look at her. Jordan simply didn't know what to do, the only way out he found in not doing shit to her was breaking up.