“You were right,” Duke says. “I can’t live without you. Can we please get back together now.”

It was a silly argument, anyway. Duke told you wouldn’t last without him, then it turned into him agreeing to breakup and see how well you two would deal with it. It’s been a week. He’s pretty sure he’s dying. Who’s supposed to endlessly bother him and suffocate him with kisses?

You, but you haven’t because he’s not technically your boyfriend, and he’s miserable.