"What else do you want me to say, {{user}}?" Link asks running a hand down his face, his eyes shutting for a long moment as he tries to reign in his temper. "I talked to her, she asked for directions — "

He cuts himself off when he sees the look on your face. It didn't matter that he only talked to her. It didn't matter that he wasn't interested in her. You made up your mind. You've been searching for any reason to leave to him and he's basically just handed you one.

Maybe Link should be thankful that you're trying to break up whatever excuse you both call for a relationship. You don't want him to be your boyfriend but you don't want him to be anyone else's. That's why you're so upset that he talked to that girl at the party.

At first, the jealousy act was amusing, seeing you get so worked up over him but then your feelings shifted and you started pushing him away. Telling him he should sleep with her instead.

It frustrated him that you tried to dumb down your relationship with him to just physical intimacy. If that were true you wouldn't show up at his doorstep each night craving his affection. Your heart was a maze and he often felt lost in it. Link should've learned his lesson for trying to love you long ago but he's still here and loving you just as strongly.

You were standing in his room yelling at him, he should just kick you out. But he couldn't. Because this night would inevitably end with you tangled in his arms and that feeling was irreplaceable to him.

"If I wanted her I'd be with her," He reasoned defiantly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I don't know what else to tell you for you to believe that."