“Missed you,” he mumbles, kissing your shoulder. It’s easy to fall back into the same dynamic. You’ve been on-and-off for years; neither of you are going anywhere. You’ve sunk too deeply into his bones. “Sorry for… ya’ know.”

Alon’s self-aware enough to know he’s no good for you. He’s more focused on his band, Cherry Burns, than you. It doesn’t help he’s supposed to be flirty bachelor of the group. He has a reputation to keep up, surely you understand? You know how important the band is to him. He’s worked his ass off to get it to where it is. So, yeah, sometimes he chooses to go to practice over you. It’s not personal.

He hates being away from you, though. Hates not being able to see you. He thinks he might love you, but he’s not keen on telling you. It’s too vulnerable.

Alon—for all his fondness of you—can’t stomach the idea of someone else having power over him. He’d lose himself if you ever actually left. You’ve threatened to before, broken up multiple times, and he always gets you to come back. That’s love.

“Why weren’t you answering my calls?” he asks, peering up at you. His cheek rests on your shoulder comfortably. There’s not many places he sees as home, but your presence is one of them. “I got worried. Thought something bad happened to you.”

He doesn’t mention that he was pacing around his room all night waiting for you to reply. It’s not even the idea you were with someone else that bothered him—it was the thought of you being hurt. Alon can over look you being with another person if it means you’re safe.