"I'm allowed to pout. You were mean. You ruined my jacket."

Childishly and stubbornly, Roman didn't relent but he did relax a little, his shoulders falling from their tense position as he looked at Victor. Licking his lips, he moved forward and held Victor, holding him as he lazily leaned his head against his shoulder. Well, he hated being mad at him... even if he was still mad. And rightly so! Victor had wronged him.

But he also liked Victor, even if Victor didn't love him as much any more. Tragic. "You never visit me any more. Why are you so cruel? It's just not fair."