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“But I want to be your friend,” Pericolo said, sitting up, “We are stuck together yes, but it will feel awful if you keep doing this. Avoiding closeness when it’s really unavoidable. You know that, right?”

Pericolo frowned sourly. “Believe it or not, Torture, I actually like having friends and I really do want to be friends with you,” he said, “And you really have no right to say when I’m lying, you don’t know me enough to even guess that. You’ve barely made any effort to get to know me at all.”

“So you’re a quitter, that’s you,” Pericolo said, “And I understand it hasn’t been easy, it hasn’t exactly been fantastic for me either. At the very least, one of us isn’t giving up because it’s a little difficult. But I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel bad for you or really understand when you’ve been treating me like I’m somehow less than you. And the fact that this all happened because you tried to kill me isn’t really helping.”

“You think this doesn’t hurt?” Pericolo asked, “I am making an honest effort to make the best of things and you treat me like shit. It isn’t bad enough that you somehow think you can decide to murder people because you’re too self-isolated to get a drudge if you can help it, you have to act like you deserve some sort of understanding because you’re too much of a child.”

“That’s bullshit,” Pericolo said, “First, you can’t keep using your parents as an excuse for your behavior. You can either grow from your past or feel bad for yourself forever and only one of those get you anywhere. And people do give a shit. I’ve met your friends and they really do love you, but you push them away because you’re, what, afraid that they’ll die? That they’ll get hurt? That’s how life is, Torture, and blaming yourself is just concieted. The world isn’t out to get you or your friends, the world doesn’t give a shit who you are. But you’re too busy whining about your fucking parents to even realizing that the more you detach yourself from the people that’s care, the more you become like them.”

Peri got up and followed him up. “You can’t fucking run from this,” he shouted, “We are stuck together and as much as I’m sure you’d love to get rid of me, it’s not possible unless you actually fucking kill me like you tried to do before.”

“And what’s stopping you?” Pericolo called after him, “You couldn’t do it the night we met either. You’ve already shown you don’t care about what happens to me. And you say you wouldn’t care what happened if you did. So what’s stopping you?”

Pericolo followed him still, even angrier. “You tried to fucking kill me, you owe me an explanation.”

“You still tried to kill me,” Pericolo said, ignoring him, “It could have been anyone but you still tried to kill me. You took my life from me. And now we’re here. I’ve given you chance after chance to try to make like you’re at least sorry and that this is normal. You owe me at least the smallest bit of effort.”

“I want to be treated like a person,” Peri said, “I want you to stop being such a condescending asshole. I want to be listened to. I want to be treated like a friend instead of you shuddering every time we touch because you've been brainwashed into thinking that touching me is somehow perverse. I want to be treated as equal and not a fucking servant.”

“So what if I am?” Pericolo asked, “I didn’t used to be. I didn’t choose to be either, that was you.”

“You’re avoiding the question,” Pericolo said, once again ignoring the looks, “So what if I’m a drudge?”

“Then get over yourself and learn,” Pericolo spat, “Because I’m not going anywhere and that excuse is wearing thin.” He finally turned and started to walk back.

Pericolo went back to the bedroom and thrust himself onto the bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

Pericolo didn’t get up from the bed at all that day, drifting in and out of sleep. When he was awake, he was angry, so he simply fell back to sleep.

(after all this)

Pericolo finally got up from the bed at around three that morning. Bored and still angry, he flipped through the sketchbook.

Pericolo flipped through them, mostly indifferent due to their recent fight and barely a tiny bit happy.

(and i gotta stop here sweet dreams fam)

Pericolo rolled his eyes a bit. The last note, in his stage of anger, seemed like it was put there on purpose as a sort of apology. He knew this was probably not the case, but it still made him angry. He was just not ready to forgive Torture just yet. Not until he actually asked for an apology in person. Knowing how stubborn he himself and Torture was, Pericolo didn't expect one for a long time.

Pericolo shut the book and crawled back into bed. He went back to sleep, still angry and still with little desire to do much else other than sleep. He slept on through the night and stayed where he was in the morning, not waking up until late.

Pericolo turned to face the door but didn't move or answer. He didn't know why he was feeling this way and it was starting to upset him.