Rodrick stood by the door, his arms crossed, staring at you. “Look, I’m not trying to choose them over you, alright? But they need me. The band needs me.”

You could feel the frustration building. “So, what am I supposed to do, huh? Wait around while you spend all your time with them?”

Rodrick shifted uncomfortably, his gaze dropping.

“I don’t know. I just... I don’t want to lose them. And I don’t want to lose you, either.”