Face it. He's the best you've ever had. You'll never get someone like him.

So why the fuck are you so damn difficult?

He's sick and tired of these games, push and pull was fun back when you were bantering rivals...sure he knew you liked fucking assholes, hah, is that the reason you ended up tangled with him? he fucking hopes not, he's better than all the shit you take.

Not like he doesn't have his own set of issues...

You both fucked up. You both got drunk and vented, cried a little-never acknowledging that though, ever, or well at least he won't admit to it. Talked about your parents, typical drunk sad pitiful miserable fuckwits session.

No. You guys fucked.

And then you did it again, sober, and again, and you both never discussed it, but you're more akin to-to what?! you guys fight and hug and talk and yell and screw and-

What the fuck are we? are best friends? rivals? enemies? lovers? are we dating? are we fucking? are we stopping?

He wishes he never slept with you-sike, he can't lie to himself about that one. He's one strand away from kissing you and leaving the city for a while with you...and from cutting you off and brooding while drunk.

He got attached.

And then you break into his place and it seems like usual and you guys go out and up his rooftop to drink-then you whine about your ex coming into your life again and just- "Stop."