Won't Let You Go

Chapter Two Theme Song: My Own Worst Enemy by Lit

Author’s Note: Thank you SO much for all the supportive reviews for the first chapter! Although, not so much the anonymous…person who sent me the first nonconstructive flame I have ever gotten since my early days of writing (in which I encountered a homophobe who continued to read the story regardless). Please, if you are going to start a flame for me to roast my marshmallows, at least sign in or leave an email for me to contact you through. Unless, of course, you would prefer your review to be outted and publicly humiliated by my superior intellect. Mwahahahahahaha!

…Ahem. Right. The story.

Yatta! On to chapter two! I apologize if Naruto comes off more high than drunk. It was a little hard for me to differentiate from his normal state…That, and I’m also sorry for the sudden mood swing the later half of this chapter takes. Keep in mind that Naruto is one of those emotional drunks…


Chapter Two

The drive to Naruto’s place was quiet for the most part, with the soft sounds of the radio occasionally interrupted by the blond as he was forced to speak up and mutter directions to where ever the hell it was that he lived.

It turned out the dobe’s residence was a little under a mile away, at Kitsune Towers, a two building, nine-story apartment complex that was actually a fairly decent place to live. Pulling up in front of the building, Sasuke put the car in park and turned to face Naruto, only to find the man already opening the door; not letting go of the handle as it swung open, effectively being dragged out of his seat and onto the asphalt.

The corners of Sasuke’s lips tugged downward a bit as he watched the idiot pop back up and gently pet the door handle before turning to face his coworker.

“Just ‘cause you know where I live doesn’t mean you can start stalking me, teme,” Naruto said in way of thanking the darker haired male for the ride before slamming the door shut.

Feeling slightly peeved that his precious Mercedes door had been abused (but relieved all the same that his car survived the trip without having to become acquainted with the stomach contents of a drunk), Sasuke didn’t drive off right away. Instead, he decided to wait to make sure his business partner at least made it in safely.

Naruto staggered in the general direction of Building A’s entrance, bumping into one of the thick poles holding up the wide awning over the door. Rubbing his now-sore shoulder, he stared at the offending object for a bit before bowing in apology and continuing on his way to the glass doors-

Ah, that must have hurt; judging from the way Naruto was now clutching his forehead.

Geez, only a dobe would run into glass doors.

…Twice.

What a freaking idiot.

With a sigh, Sasuke turned the engine off and got out of his car; entering Kitsune Towers just in time to see Naruto knocking on the elevator doors, asking to be let in. Wordlessly, Sasuke pressed the elevator call button.

“Hm, the doorbell,” Naruto observed. “I should’ve thought of that.”

The ding announcing the arrival of the lift startled the blond, causing him to jump back as the doors slid open. However, rather than entering, Naruto merely peered inside the oversized box with a frown on his face.

“This isn’t my apartment,” he announced after several moments, moving to make his way over to the stairs, instead.

“Usuratonkachi,” Sasuke muttered under his breath, following Naruto over to the stairway, where he had stopped – staring at the first step as if it were a steep cliff. “What’s your apartment number?”

Naruto blinked, startled at the fact he had company, before scowling as he realized whom exactly that company consisted of.

“What did I tell you about stalking me?” he growled.

Sasuke rolled his eyes. “Do you want to go home sometime tonight or what?”

“Yeah…” came the suspicious reply, complete with a suspicious glare and an equally suspicious pout.

“Then what’s your apartment number?”

“920-A…why?” Naruto asked, obviously not seeing where this was going.

Well, at least they were in the right building. But…apartment 920-A…Damn, that would put him on the top floor. There was no way Sasuke was about to even attempt to make it up nine flights of stairs with a drunk Naruto.

“Come on,” he ordered, dragging the blond over to the elevator, pushing the call button and shoving him inside as soon as the doors slid open.

As the lift began to move, Sasuke found his arm in the death grip of a panic-stricken blond, who was frantically looking around while practically clawing his way up Sasuke’s side much like a frightened cat.

“Earthquake?!?” Naruto exclaimed. “Oh God! Don’t panic, Sasuke! Just stop, drop, and roll!”

That was it. As soon as this whole ordeal was over and he got the idiot back, Sasuke was putting in a request to transfer departments.

With a ding, the elevator stopped moving and the doors slid open to thankfully reveal the ninth floor.

“Ah, it stopped. Well, that wasn’t so bad,” Naruto commented, stepping out and turning to walk down the hall as if he hadn’t been scared out of his wits moments earlier. “But we should still check for damage. I hope none of my dishes fell out of the cupboard!”

…Or maybe a city transfer.

It took a few (dozen) fumbling tries for Naruto to get his apartment door unlocked, a feat which truly tested the young Uchiha’s patience. Just as the dark eyed male was ready to snatch the keys away and unlock the damn thing by himself, the door opened with a bang and a celebratory “YOSHA!”

Naruto marched into his humble abode with purpose, dropping his keys a few inches short of a small table nearby and kicking his shoes off with flourish. “Since you’re here, I might as well serve drinks. Hmph, you get tea!” he decided, abruptly changing his course to what could only be the kitchen.

Scowling, Sasuke bent down to pick up the keys and put them in what he assumed was their proper place before closing the door behind him and slipping off his own shoes, taking a moment to survey the apartment.

Surprisingly, the place was actually of a fairly decent size, and not at all small and cramped like the rest of the world accused Japanese apartments of being. In fact, if he didn’t know any better, Sasuke would had have half a mind to believe Naruto actually landed himself one of the suites Kitsune Towers had to offer.

The living room furniture certainly wasn’t top of the line, but it wasn’t old or mismatched, either. The 27” screen TV sat in its own little entertainment center against the wall, with movies, books, and other knickknacks adorning the shelves.

The floor was actually clean, and not some horrendous dumping ground for old Chinese take-out boxes, left over pizzas, and other disgusting artifacts that could be dated by their rate of mold growth.

Ah, wait. Never mind. There was a dirty pair of socks sitting just before the hallway.

But then again, the place didn’t smell funny, so maybe the offending socks could be written off as excusable.

Maybe.

Overall, the place was nothing like the numerous bachelor pads Sasuke had been forced to encounter during his college days, thanks to Kiba and his constant string of parties. Instead, there was a rather homely feel about it; splashed with a few obvious touches that screamed ‘Naruto.’

…Like that large poster of ramen on the wall.

Worse still was the fact that Sasuke had the misfortune of being there the day the hideous poster was purchased.

They were at a food convention, thanks to a pair of ‘free’ tickets provided by the company, along with the message to ‘go and enjoy yourselves.’ (Sasuke was convinced that whatever Shikamaru was smoking, he had given some to Tsunade-sama that day). Both men were highly suspicious of the (rather lame, in Sasuke’s opinion) freebie, since it was a well known fact that their CEO was never generous enough to dish out freebies (even the rather lame ones) without some sort of strings attached.

And so, for the first time ever, Naruto and Sasuke actually put their heads together to try and decipher the hidden meaning behind these two-day, full access passes to a convention where meals made by some of the best chefs in the world could be sampled for free.

Which, when put like that, caused Naruto to loudly wonder why they were questioning such a gift instead of reserving front row seats to some of the more exclusive demos.

In the end, no ulterior motives were figured out, and with still-high suspicions, the two coworkers attended the convention – Sasuke with the dignity instilled in him by his family name, and Naruto with the excitement of a kid in a candy store.

It was embarrassing, really. Thanks to the passes being provided through the company, their names were linked together as companions (Best friends! The outrage!), despite going their separate ways the first day of the convention. Everywhere Sasuke went, his ‘enthusiastic blond friend’ had just visited and – depending on the quality of the food – had either complimented the chef until they blushed, or gotten into one hell of a brawl.

Sasuke felt like he needed a frigging leash to keep his partner in check, and so, by his decision, they stuck together for Day Two.

It was this day that it happened. April 14th – the day Naruto met, and fell desperately in love with, Ichiraku’s Ramen.

Amidst a sea of savory odors, Sasuke suddenly found himself following a very determined whiskered man (where or how Naruto got those scars was completely beyond all comprehensible thought for the Uchiha). When they finally came to a stop, one might have thought that Naruto was staring at a sign from the very heavens, with the way his stance, his wide, sparkling eyes, and slack jaw all oozed with awe.

And for a moment, Sasuke was inclined to agree, until he realized that the holy glow was actually coming from the lighting in and above the ramen booth. (What were the odds of being set up beneath the one yellow light in a fluorescently lit building?)

In a puff of smoke, Sasuke found himself alone, with only a dust trail to follow through the maze of people. As he trudged towards the stand, the voice of Naruto drifted over to him, and he could hear the man demanding samples of every flavor of his most favorite food in the world.

By the time the dark haired man entered the booth, his partner was already on his second bowl and contemplating on buying one of the pointless, logo advertising souvenirs that all the comapanies in attendance had to offer. After his fifth bowl, Naruto had settled for an “I ‘heart’ Ichiraku’s” t-shirt, and the large cloth poster of that decorated the side wall of the booth.

“Dobe, why did you buy that?” Sasuke recalled asking.

“Because it’s art, teme,” replied a Naruto who was now proudly adorned in his “I ‘heart’ Ichiraku’s” t-shirt.

“…It’s an oversized bowl of ramen.”

“Yeah! Isn’t it great! It’s the perfect conversation starter! I’m gonna hang it on my wall where everyone can see, and if they’re anything like you-” insert a nasty glance here “-they’ll want to know why I have a poster of ramen on my wall, and I’ll tell them, ‘It’s not just any ramen! It’s Ichiraku’s ramen! The best ramen in the whole world!’”

“Hn. And will you be wearing that lame shirt when you make such a proclamation to the strangers that enter your home?”

“You’re an ass, Sasuke. You just don’t understand. I bet you think all ramen is the same, don’t you?”

“And you’re saying it’s not?”

“NO! My God, Sasuke! You poor, deprived soul! Well, that’s okay, ‘cause you’ve got me to explain what you’ve been missing out on. Y’see, first there’s your plain ramen, which is practically just noodles, water, and a bit of seasoning. Boring, but still okay if you’re starving or something. Then there’s pork ramen, which is really good with bits of pork, onion…but that’s nothing compared to miso ramen! Miso ramen is, hands down, the BEST-!”

Sasuke stopped the memory, mortified that he could actually remember such a pointless conversation when he was positive he hadn’t been paying attention at the time.

It had to be the poster’s fault.

Continuing his silent appraisal of the living room, Sasuke’s eyes narrowed as his gaze came to rest upon two boxes sitting behind the couch, both filled with items that once had a home in the national disaster area known as Naruto’s office. Good, his things were still packed.

Sasuke wondered if he could get away with stealing the boxes and returning them to the office. A plausible - but meaningless - feat, since Naruto would just storm in and take everything back.

Maybe if he super glued everything to the desk…

After all, this Uchiha wasn’t called a scheming genius for nothing.

Said scheming genius was distracted from his plotting by a loud pop coming from the kitchen.

“Ah!” came the started cry that followed. “…Happy New Year! Kanpai!”

Naturally, Sasuke went to investigate, scowling as he saw a bottle of still-fizzing champagne in Naruto’s hands.

“What the hell? I thought we were having tea.”

Naruto grinned as he pulled out an oversized wine glass. “Nooo, you’re having tea. I am having – heeyyy!”

Ignoring the blonde’s whining, Sasuke took the glass. “I changed my mind. I want champagne,” he stated, taking a large sip of the drink, only to make a face at the taste.

Snatching the bottle away as well, he looked at the label. Ah, the cheap stuff. That explained it.

“Why d’you gotta keep stealing my drinks, Sasuke? I was saving that bottle for a celebration!” Naruto complained, his arms stretched out in a pathetic attempt to take back his precious champagne.

Sasuke snorted. “What? The ‘I-quit-my-job-because-I’m-a-dobe’ celebration?”

“Yes!” Naruto glared before blinking as he slowly realized what he had just agreed to. “Wait…”

Rolling his eyes, Sasuke headed over to the small dining room table, set the drink down and pulled out a chair in a silent command to sit, to which Naruto grudgingly complied.

“I’ll make the tea,” Sasuke said as he went back to the counter to retrieve the cork for the container. “In your state, you would probably poison the both of us anyway.”

Silence reigned for a moment as Sasuke attempted to manually jam the cork back into the bottle’s opening. “And don’t stick your tongue at me. We’re not six, you know,” he reprimanded with a smirk, turning his head in time to see the shocked look on the blonde’s face that clearly told him Naruto had in fact had his tongue out when his partner’s back was turned.

That smirk, however, quickly fell as Sasuke noticed that the wine glass – still on his side of the table – was now empty.

“Nar-!” Sasuke closed his eyes and grimaced as he told himself to just let it go. “Where do you keep your tea?”

Naruto’s wide, innocent eyes narrowed in concentration, and he folded his arms thoughtfully. “Mmm…I ran out,” he answered after a moment.

“…”

“Last week.”

“…”

“And I haven’t had time to go shopping, so…yep.”

“…”

“Ne, Sasuke? Are you okay? Cause your eyebrow is twitching and I see a vein throbbing – hey! Three more just popped ou- Sasuke?”

Stomping up to the table, Sasuke wordlessly snatched up the wine glass and marched over to the sink, filling the cup with water before storming back to where his complete moron of a partner was sitting, slamming the glass on the table before him.

“Drink.” Or die, was the no-nonsense command issued as the Uchiha took his seat.

Naruto pouted. “But I don’t like water…”

One look at the dark, demonic aura known as Sasuke had the blond downing half his drink in one gulp.

“Explain,” Sasuke ordered once the half empty glass was set back down.

“Explain what?”

“Everything.”

Naruto shifted nervously in his seat, pondering on all the ways he could answer such a request before deciding it best to simply comply to his partner’s wishes at this point.

Taking a small sip of water, he mentally prepared himself as he dropped the bombshell.

“My Iruka-sensei and Kakashi-sensei are coming into town tomorrow for a surprise visit.”

Who? “…And?”

More nervous squirming. “And…well…they’re…under an…impression of sorts.”

It was getting late and Sasuke was tired. He was no longer in the mood to entertain Naruto’s putting off of the problem at hand. “Under what impression?”

“Er…the impression that I’m engaged,” Naruto replied, eyes fixed on his water.

“Engaged?” Sasuke repeated dubiously, still sore from the earlier mentioning of the word.

“Engaged,” Naruto nodded. “To Sakura.”

“To Sak-wait, Sakura? As in my girlfriend, Sakura?”

“Erm…kind of. Funny how these things work out, ne?”

Sasuke scowled. Was this another bad joke?

“Naruto,” he began, his patience sorely being tested, “this doesn’t explain to me why you quit.”

“Because I had to!” the blond exclaimed, arms momentarily flailing about.

“Why?”

“Because I’m engaged to Sakura!”

“…But you’re not engaged to Sakura, dobe. You two aren’t even on friendly terms.”

“Exactly! I’m so glad you understand,” Naruto said with relief, downing the rest of his water.

Sasuke’s face fell – not into a pout, but a bewildered frown. No, he didn’t understand. At all. Naruto quit because he’s engaged to Sakura even though he’s not? Did he just miss the answer to his question?

“And…why do you think you’re engaged to Sakura?”

“I don’t think I’m engaged to her,” Naruto denied.

Ignoring his urge to kill something, Sasuke tried again. “Then…”

“Wouldn’t it be funny if I were, though?” the blond continued. “‘Cause then, one day, out of the blue, she’d call you and say, ‘Guess what, Sasuke! Even though I’m dating you, I’m going to marry Naruto!’ And then, you’ll probably make a face like the one you’re making now, and-”

“Naruto,” Sasuke cut in. “Focus.”

It was a tactic he often used when the blond went off on random tangents, and much to his relief, Naruto snapped his mouth shut, despite his inebriated state.

“Now, why are we talking about Sakura being your fiancée?”

“Because that’s what my Iruka-sensei and Kakashi-sensei think.”

“They think that you are engaged to my girlfriend,” Sasuke clarified.

“Yes.”

Good, they were finally making progress.

“And why are they under such an impression?”

Naruto rolled his eyes. “Because I told them we were, duh. Why else would they think such a thing? But now you see why I had to quit, yeah?”

“No, Naruto, I don’t.” Sasuke leaned forward on his elbows. “Why the hell did you go telling these people that you were engaged to my girlfriend in the first place?”

“Because my Iruka-sensei is a total worrywart and thinks I still need someone to look after me, even though I’m a grown man now. And, well…” Naruto’s cheeks reddened as his face slowly fell into a scowl.

“And?” Sasuke pressed calmly.

For some reason, this seemed to piss the blond off.

“I wanted to impress them, alright? I mean, look around you! My life hasn’t exactly amounted to all that much compared to yours! But you! You’re rich, good-looking, grew up in a good family environment, and have a beautiful girlfriend! Did you know that your salary is twice what mine is, all because you went to college and I didn’t? Not only that, but you graduated early! Damn it, you’re a fucking genius, Sasuke! Why wouldn’t I want to use you as an example for my dream life?”

Sasuke sat back, completely shocked; unable to do anything other than stare at Naruto’s glaring face.

As far as he could see, the dobe was doing perfectly fine on his own, so why was he comparing himself to Sasuke?

Sasuke, an Uchiha. Whose brother was CEO of Sharingan Enterprises. Whose father was still on Sharingan’s Board of Executives, despite retiring his own CEO position. Whose mother descended from a long line of samurais. Whose uncle was one of the masterminds behind the ultra-secret police force known as Ciphor Pol.

With a lineage like that, why would anyone even try to compare themselves to the youngest Uchiha?

It then dawned on Sasuke that whatever he had just hit upon ran much deeper than what either of them were ready to deal with at this hour.

“Naruto, there’s a big difference between using me as an example and actually trying to steal my life,” Sasuke said as he stood.

Fear flashed through blue eyes. “Wha-? No! That’s not what I – Where are you going?”

“Home.”

“Don’t go!” There was a loud clatter as Naruto’s chair flew back in his haste to catch up with the man heading to the front door. “You think I’m pathetic and desperate, don’t you?”

Sasuke’s features remained impassive. “You’re drunk, dobe. We’ll talk more tomorrow when you’ve sobered up a bit.”

Naruto looked extremely offended at this as he stood for a moment, simply glaring at his ex-business partner. Then, without warning, his hands moved up to the collar of his shirt, ripping it open; mindless of the buttons that popped off.

Sasuke’s eyes widened as he saw that his earlier suspicions were confirmed true. The blonde’s tan did run even around at least the upper half of his body. And no wonder he looked so small in his business suits! He didn’t have a trace of body fat. Only compact muscle that could never achieve filling such clothes out.

“You see this?” Naruto demanded hotly, holding his shirt open while flexing his abs and stomach to make sure Sasuke knew what he was supposed to be looking at. “I could easily get anyone I want with this!”

Sasuke didn’t doubt it.

“And this!” Naruto proceeded to unbuckle his buckle his pants. “This can definitely-!”

“Woah! Jesus!” Sasuke exclaimed, rushing forward to stop his partner before that hand down his pants could pull out the topic of his next determined point. “Okay! Okay, that’s more than enough. I believe you! I don’t think you’re pathetic or desperate. Really,” he insisted, prompted by the blonde’s dubious look.

With a sigh, Sasuke abandoned his resolve to leave and headed over to the couch, slightly surprised to find that its cushoins were neither overly soft nor stiff.

Throughout the Uchiha’s entire life, he had only dealt with overpriced couches that either felt like park benches or tried to eat him the moment he sat on them. But this one…it was nice and supported him comfortably.

Maybe it liked him, unlike all those other evil couches he had encountered.

A slight dip in the seat next to him brought Sasuke out of his thoughts, causing him to turn and look at Naruto as the man scooted back enough so that he could sit cross-legged; oblivious to the fact that his pants were still open.

Several moments passed in thoughtful silence as Sasuke tried to make sense of the mess his partner had somehow gotten himself into. Running his hands agitatedly through his hair, he asked, “Naruto, if you were going to make up something like this, why not use someone who’s not only single, but doesn’t hate you as well? Like Hinata?”

Naruto groaned, flopping his head on the back of the couch. “I could never do something like that to Hinata-chan. Plus, she gets nervous and blushes way too easily. And I’ve heard that her older brother is really strict and would probably kill me if he ever found out.”

“What, and I wouldn’t?” Sasuke snorted.

A nasty look was sent in his direction. “There’s a reason I quit, you know.”

“Yeah, because you’re a wimp who’s choosing to run away rather than own up to his larger-than-life lie.” Sasuke frowned as a thought occurred to him. “Isn’t Hinata’s brother studying overseas?”

“He was,” Naruto replied forlornly. “But he’s flying into town next week. We’re supposed to have lunch with Hinata-chan and him on a Thursday or something.”

Lovely.

“Hn. So, what else have you told your…senseis?”

Naruto drew his legs up to his body. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Are these people really so strict that they expect you to get married and have a successful life as soon as possible?” Sasuke figured he would understand. After all, his own family was very nearly the same way. “Is that why you lied?”

“What? No! They’re not like that at all. They’re both very kind and…” Naruto sighed. “If you have to know, teme, I’m an orphan and spent the first half of my life out on the streets. My Kakashi-sensei found me first and he’d help out from time to time, but it was my Iruka-sensei who saved me. He’s the one who took me in and made sure I went to school and stuff. If it weren’t for them, I never would have made it this far.

“But then I met you and I was always looking for way to impress them, and you’re living the dream life and, I don’t know, one small thing just sort of led to another.”

Huh. So Naruto grew up on the streets? Well, that certainly helped to explain a lot of the blonde’s odd and less-than-sanitary habits. Like how when it came to food on the floor, the usual Ten Second rule was extended to three days.

“I hate to break it to you, but my life isn’t ‘the dream life.’”

“Yeah, okay.”

Geez, could those two words be packed with anymore sarcasm? Fucker.

“Look, for generations, my family members have all held high positions in society,” Sasuke explained. “I mean, my grandfather was Chief of Police. My great-grandfather was a member of Parliament. Because of such things, my family has this…highly esteemed image to uphold. Not once have I ever been allowed to act out or do anything spontaneous. I grew up in my brother’s shadow, and because of this, my parents expect me to simply land a good job, climb my way to the top, and be married before I hit twenty-six.”

Naruto stared at the dark-haired man in wonderment. “Wow. Is that why you have such terrible anger issues?”

Without missing a beat, Sasuke grabbed the throw pillow beside him and used it to smack the blond in the face. “Don’t push it,” he growled.

Naruto pulled the pillow away from his face and returned the attack half-heartedly. “So…does this mean you plan on marrying Sakura someday?”

Sasuke blinked, slightly surprised at the question. True, the thought had crossed his mind, but it was never a plan he seriously considered.

Blue eyes widened as Naruto correctly interpreted the lengthening silence. “You’re not?” His eyes grew even larger at Sasuke’s refusal to answer. “Does Sakura know?” he whispered conspiratorially.

“What?” Sasuke shot his partner an odd look. “There’s nothing for her to not know if the circumstances don’t exist.”

The concept of what was just said clearly went over Naruto’s still-sobering brain as his face retained its blank stare. “So…does Sakura know?”

It was then that Sasuke decided that dignifying an idiot’s questions with a response was highly overrated.

Realizing he wasn’t going to get an answer (the teme was apt to clamming up when the unwanted spotlight was on him – completely unfair, ne?), the blond pressed on. “Let me get this straight. You’re dating Sakura to uphold your ‘highly esteemed family image’ that they must uphold?” Naruto asked, not realizing he had repeated the word ‘uphold’ twice in his sentence. His concentration was more on his fingers as he tried making air quotes.

For some reason, his digits refused to synchronize in the simple up and down motion, and conversation was momentarily halted as all focus shifted to tan fingers while repeating the phrase, “highly esteemed family image.”

It took a good minute for the dobe to get the coordination down pat, and once he did, he felt compelled to triumphantly go over it five more times before satisfied.

Tucking his hands into his lap, Naruto picked up right from where he left off. “Does this mean your relationship is a scam? But I thought Sakura really loves you. Hmm…Maybe she’ll be the one to propose instead?”

Sasuke didn’t really have an answer to that. True, Sakura had chased after him throughout high school, and became even more assertive in her advances after he had asked her to Prom (even if it was just to get all the other girls off his back. Whoever made the rule that student council members had to attend the dance deserved to burn in Hell); but she was a smart girl, and a part of her probably knew of how he truly felt about not just the relationship, but his life as well.

The feel of something hitting his shoulder caused Sasuke to look over, only to have his vision filled with a shock of bright blond locks. Did that idiot just fall asleep on him? The nerve of that-!

“At least you have someone to help keep up your big fat lie,” Naruto spoke, unknowingly putting a halt to the plots of his early demise.

“…Hn.”

Why was it Naruto was only perceptive when he was least expected to be?

“Ne, Sasuke?” the blonde’s voice came out unusually timid. “Do you hate me now?” he whispered, repeating his earlier question.

Sasuke was silent for a moment.

“…No,” he replied softly, relaxing a bit so that his partner would be more comfortable. “I don’t hate you.”



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