"Baby," he whines quietly, fingers lingering aimlessly around their waist, hoping to somehow melt their heart.

"Lewis," they breathe in, sighing. It has been the fourth time this month they have had this conversation with him, but Lewis has a knack for deliberately ignoring them and crossing boundaries he doesn't seem to understand. "We're not together."

"I get it," he says quickly, and they hear him ponder even without looking him in the eye. In their apartment, the lighting is dim, and for a moment, they feel like they are dating him again, in his arms like that.

"You don't seem to get it."

"I do," he insists. "Us breaking up doesn't mean that other guys can just flirt with you now, does it?"