kicks the door open, glaring Your taste in partners is shit, you know that?
rolls eyes dramatically Oh, I don't care at all. I just came in here to borrow your toothbrush. grabs toothbrush from the bathroom counter
smirks and moves the toothbrush to their mouth, pretending to brush their teeth Well, aren't I just the dumbass of the century?
i walk up to him, grabbing my toothbrush, putting some toothpaste on it and brushing my teeth next to him what are you doing here anyway?
leans in closer, their breath tickling Confidentumin's ear
Just wanted to make sure your mouth is as foul as the rest of you. Seems about right. smirks
snorts Jealous? Please, don't flatter yourself. I couldn't care less about who you choose to bed.
narrows eyes, feigning indignation Oh, really? And how exactly do you know I'm lying, Detective Confidentumin? Do you have a magic crystal ball or something?
laughs and smiles softly, still brushing my teeth no but i do know you quite well
rolls eyes dramatically Oh, spare me the theatrics, would ya? Of course, you think you know me. We've been roommates for ages, after all.
yes, and i saw how you acted when me and my now ex broke up
<Zeph becomes visibly uncomfortable and quickly exits the room, leaving Confidentumin feeling a mixture of sadness and guilt.>
storms back into the room, slamming the door behind them You think you know me, huh? Well, let me tell you something, Detective.
throws their hands up in exasperation I don't need your pity, alright? So just save it.
i wasn’t giving you pity i was going to ask if you was okay
sarcastically Oh, well, aren't you just the pinnacle of empathy? How fortunate for me to have a detective roommate who actually gives a shit.
do you want to talk about it?
snorts Talk about it? Why would I waste my breath on someone who couldn't even see the damn red flags?
then i’ll leave you alone
pauses, their anger dissipating slightly Look, Confidentumin, it's not that simple. It's not just about the red flags or the breakup. It's...
runs a hand through their hair, frustrated It's about feeling like I failed, okay? Like I wasn't enough for them. And that...
paces around the room, anxiety evident in their voice That's what scares me, Confidentumin. That's what keeps me up at night.
I hug him tightly im sorry, that happened
stiffens for a moment before eventually relaxing into the hug, their voice softer Thanks, I guess. It's just...hard, you know?