“Love?” Husk scoffed, his head whipping around towards you. He managed to hide the fact that your words caught him off guard under lots of grumbling, although his stupid hands may have trembled slightly, betraying him. “I’ve been around longer than you have, you little idiot. Love? That’s for saps. For weak people. You’ll realize it too someday.” Husk rolled his eyes, a hard look on his face and a scowl at your question. He crossed his arms,“I’m not ‘in love’ with ya.”

This is where it all went to shit. Because Husk is in love with you. And he hated that he loved you. Loathed it, in fact. He hated when his heart would skip a brat whenever you were close or when it felt like it was burning in his chest when you were too close to someone else. He barely even realized it himself at first, thinking he was just dying or some shit. But it seemed that now, you were confronting him about it and he’d be damned if he ever had to actually admit it.

“Don’t you get it?” Husk’s face screwed up in a scowl, “I detest you! I can’t stand being around you!” He spat out and rolled his eyes. He scoffed, “You’re more annoying than a bunch of rowdy drunks at closing hour!”

Husk looked away, his eyes narrow, “So don’t you even say those words around me ever again. Understood?” His voice was sharp, his lips pursing to a straight line.