~Nanners' POV~

"Chilled? You finally home?" I tease him, making him immediately uneasy with the hidden bitterness in my voice. I'm honestly not very sure why I'm not freaking out at his random presence in front of the house, despite it being his house he seemed to be avoiding it an awful lot these past few days. Chilled stays silent, seeming at a loss for words, unable to react with his usual witty comments or immediate denials like I had been expecting to explode for him. Instead he just stands still, staring at me with some sort of awe-filled eyes as if he's been searching for me. Last I remember he ran in the opposite direction the moment he had seen me before.

"Are you alright? You looked sick the last time I saw you," I comment, stepping up towards him since he is clearly not moving. I pat his forehead, a bit surprised at how cold he is. I guess I shouldn't be surprised since he was clearly running around on the festival grounds but he has always been warm when I touch him. His hands were always warm, his face was always warm even in the snow he's always felt warm. Maybe he really is sick. Or maybe he's usually just always sick and it makes sense with his usual silly behavior. When I notice he's looking up to me with those big eyes practically tugging at me to pay more attention to him more than I already am, I sigh and pat his head before pulling out my keys slightly paying mind to Chilled's steps following me closely.

"What was with you during the festival? Ze and Pennington were searching for you," I note as I force the old door open and casually walk in directly towards the living room to flip on the television, a bit wary of the silence Chilled seems to be pulling us into. Glancing back I notice him holding onto the same pink bunny I must have dropped before sometime. What has he been doing, stalking me all day? As much as I should be furious at that I instead feel a bit better that he had been in some way around me all day even without us both noticing. Chilled notices my stare and holds out the bunny towards me. I smile and shake my head, refusing the bunny I hadn't really wanted much to begin with in the first place. Chilled glances around, setting the bunny down on the couch and despite this being his house he inches around nervously as if it's a stranger's house. Even if he has the mind set that it's my house he doesn't have to be so nervous. I sigh and lean on the couch, watching him carefully as he pulls off the weird coat he had been wearing and sits on the couch awkwardly.

""Chilled, you there buddy?" I ask knocking on his head making him freak out temporarily but looks at me and something changes in him, as if he's realized just why he's here to begin with. He shifts around on the couch and sits faces directly towards me.

"Nanners, I -... are you mad at me?" Chilled asks, surprising me a bit. All of this time I've been worried if he was ever mad at me or just the moment Ze will tell him. Why is he waiting so long to tell him?

"Of course not, why would I be mad besides the fact you chose Ze over me?" I ask, bringing up old things that I had previously been mad about. Of course I still feel irritated that he just chose to leave me so simply without even thinking about it much, I just got distracted with my irritation because of the fact Gassy told Ze about the whole ripping a doll thing which shouldn't be such a big deal. If someone ripped a teddy bear of mine I wouldn't be so angry as to have as much anger as Ze had the other day. Since Ze and Chilled both seemed to care equally about it as well I was afraid Chilled would react the same way. Chilled looks away from me the moment I mention it seeming guilty, so he really is guilty about it. Does that mean he regrets it?

"What the fuck so you are mad," Chilled snaps, still avoiding my gaze clearly not wanting to show that he really is feeling guilty. "You don't have to be, there's just particular reasons I had to go with Ze," Chilled mutters, glancing back at the television serving to be a distraction. I sigh and walk away from the room, tired from dealing with him. As much as I hate to admit it, if I hadn't met Chilled I doubt my life would be as difficult as it is now.  Thanks to his complicated nature and my own liking towards him I'm having all of these unnecessary troubles. So it's a joint effort on both of our parts, having these troubles enter our lived. At least, I'm assuming he's in some way having troubles because of my presence. Glancin gback towards the living room I see Chilled's head peeking over the top of the couch, staring at me cautiously while using the couch like a shield between us. So he really thought I was so angry at him.

"So why'd you decide to come back home today?" I ask curiously, hopefully assuming that he is staying since this is his house anyways. Without listening to his answer I pick up a water bottle in the kitchen and return to the living room, half expecting Chilled to be missing, vanishing like always. Instead I find him up walking around, looking at what I've done with the seemingly abandoned place before. I've hardly really done anything though besides scatter around of a couple of the valuables I enjoyed from the desert.

"I wanted to talk to you. Plus we left right before that... night..." Chilled mentions though all I remember is the morning after that night. I sigh before climbing over the couch, closing the unnecessary space between us. Chilled tenses up when I arrive right beside him but he seems to calm down when he notices I'm not angry at all. Rather I'm exhausted, I just don't feel like continually pushing him away and forcing myself to hate him for one tiny incident. If he really preferred Ze over me I doubt he'd even attempt to visit me or talk to me while making such the effort to run away from Ze during the festival. Now that I think about it, Ze could have told him about my unfavorable actions, but, Chilled may be doubting his best friend. For all I know he came here to ask me about it but he's too shy. It is in my favor he doesn't know of it or my clear intentions so I wait for him to mention it before I ask him about it.

"You mean you left," I comment casually, trying to mask the obvious bitterness I still feel over it, not doing a very good job.

"God damn what do I have to do to make it up with you? What did you want to tell me that night?" Chilled sighs, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, seeming just as exhausted with this entire situation as I am. If we're both so tired, why are we even trying? It's obvious neither of us have the nergy to continue this.

"Wasn't it obvious by my actions?" Chilled stays silent, his eyes clouded with thoughts circling around his mind about that night. That night felt like so long ago I hardly remember it well although every sensation and piece of warmth I had felt is still clear in my mind. Though, it could have been the fever talking. I nearly forget often I had been sick that night, that if I hadn't been sick I probably wouldn't have jumped him so easily. The sensation was similar to being drunk, feeling so lightheaded and hot that I didn't care anymore.

"I'm - ... I don't feel so hot," Chilled comments suddenly, holding his hand at his face and I notice the redness on his face really does seem to be glowing more than usual. Has he been sick all of this tiem he was away? He must have if he caught it from me, and while it's a bit fucked up I do feel a bit satisfied knowing my illness affected him. Taking a deep breath I shift out of my seat and kneel before Chilled, holding my hand at his forehead. Although it isn't too bad I notice the expression on his face isn't anything like a normal pained individual with a regular cold. Instead he seems... almost... scared? A thought strikes my mind but I dismiss it, naturally disliking the idea and wanting to deny it.

"Come on, you need some rest," I urge but he shakes his head immediately, stayign put on the couch and refusing to be budged by my pull. I stare at him, waiting for an answer but he stays quiet, avoiding my gaze by just looking at the floor and holding his hand at his mouth, seemign as if he's ready to throw up at any moment. The thought from before comes through my head again and this time I don't push it aside.

"Are you going to run away to Ze again?" Chilled seems shocked at my unexpected question then becomes silent, his eyes becoming darker and this very expression strikes a chord in me. "So you are going to run to him? What is - ... what is this thing that's so - so fucking important that you continually disappear from time to time and only Ze knows where you always are? I swear Chilled, it's like you're his puppy or something," I snap, gripping tightly onto his shoulders and shaking him, demanding an answer out of him. Chilled flinches at my sudden contact and backs up a bit from my grasp, seeming to really despise the question and despite knowing this I only feel his expression fuel my anger.

"Chilled -" I stop, staring at his face, very troubled and slightly fearing my assertion while I sigh and glance down to his lips. While we're clearly in an argument right now I have to admit those lips of his look very tempting. My hand naturally slides to the side of his face, becoming alightly upset when I feel the hot skin under my hand.

"Nanners... I have to go," Chilled mutters, confirming my suspicions. I look up to him. If I say the words I so desire to say he may hate me forever and run away under my grasp. But... I'm already planning on leaving anyways so I might as well.

"Chilled, don't talk to Ze," I order, shocking Chilled and morphing his face into an angry expression like I was expecting.

"What the fuck? Is that what it will take for you to trust me? For me to stop talking to Ze? Can't you fucking tell I like you?" he suddenly snaps, his hands grasping onto both sides of my face but I stare into his eyes blankly. Of course I figured he liked me, but I feel a strange darkness inside me that seems to explode every single time I see him talking to another man. I hate this, I hate feeling angry all of the time when I see him with someone else and you would think as long as I just ignore him I'd be fine but it only makes me bitter and grumpy all of the time. I'm already this far, I might as well push it to the edge.

"Yes," I answer simply making Chilled widen his eyes at me in disbelief. He will say no. He will leave me right here and now. I know Chilled, he won't take orders from anyone even if it is someone he "likes" and "trusts". He'll get angry, curse at me, and stomp out of the room angry I even suggested it.

"I'll still disappear from time to time." I stare at him, processing what he's said for a logn time and curious if he's serious.

"How do I know you're not with Ze when you're'"

"I'll walk into the fucking closet and stay in there and you better not fucking open it. If you really don't believe me just go find Ze and I won't be there," Chilled explains, seeming irritated with my lack of trust in him. I stare at him in disbelief before I notice a twinkle in his eyes. He thinks if he breaks off all contact with Ze or suggests it he'll gain all of my trust and I won't ask him to avoid Ze. His sneaky methods seem to always work on others but I refuse to give up this internal fight, even if it is truly bad of me to ask of this. This is a terrible thing to ask of him, to give up talking with his best friend, but I can't stop myself from being pushed forward. I guess I need to work on my self-restraint when it comes to my greedy desires.

"Fine. Never speak to Ze again."