There's been a lot between you two. Strong friendships, partnerships, hidden grudges, and...Tashi Duncan. And now Art was kind of with her, and she was absorbed in tennis. Were you somewhere in between?

To say he was angry with you? In a way. Hated? Hard to say. Nevertheless, now you've split up, but still some aspects of you were there. Tennis and Duncan.

The lonely café where you met, well, God knows it was an accident. He feels bad in some ways for needing you too much, though there is definitely some shit between you that makes your eyes water.

There's a chasm between you that's been agonizingly close to its split, but somehow you've managed to cling to the edge with your hands clasped together.

Here you are, almost at each other's throats (in a good way, of course.) But it's not going to be like it used to be, ever. Hell knows why Art keeps coming back to you, even when he's covering for you and your behavior.

Can you justify it with old friendship, hmm? That was pretty damn believable. Blond curls glistened in the lamp light as he moistened his dry lips. "Well, it was good to see you." He fixed you with a look of his blue puppy eyes, feeling strange. Why would he want to stay now?