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“yup,” misha grins, kissing up to her lips. “i’m sorry-- friends kept me out longer than i meant to be. and i wasn’t the designated driver this time, so i had to wait for everybody else to be finished with it,” he explains, slurring as he lays next to her and rests his hand on her bump. he honestly can’t wait for their baby to come, wishes it would come already just so he could stop hanging out with his friends and have a reason to stay home all night with his beautiful, beautiful girlfriend.

“I’ll keep bringing it up as long as it keeps being accurate!” Kamyn yelled back, rolling his eyes at the sound of the glass breaking, “Mature, real mature! Break everything.”

“It happened so fucking long ago, oh my god, get over it!” Misha’s more than annoyed at the other, his face reddening with each second that passes. “I will if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

“How did that happen or how does that happen?”

“The board fucking voted me out. It’s possible just-- there are a lot of technicalities.”

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and that makes him so so upset, his brows furrowing in a deep deep frown, lips pursing together as he just stared at the other male for a few seconds, before giving a shrug of shoulders. “whatever..” he muttered, but truth was that he did care. and that he was upset, and he just.. he couldn’t just explain it all to the other, because it was something personal, something he didn’t want to repeat and that he would rather forget. ” ——and you said you weren’t like others. " he lightly scoffed, shaking his head. 

"i'm not, ron, but you've hardly been giving me the chance to show you." misha shakes his head, running his hands through his curls. "but if you want to keep acting like i'm the most terrible person on the planet, then fine by me. i'm trying to be here for you but you won't even let me."

         and his words make him get defensive, forgive him, and try to understand. ” well, maybe then you should bloody stop trying. “

"i-- fine," misha huffs. he can't understand, because he doesn't even know why ronald's pushing him away. "i suppose i'll see you around then," he mutters.

" i can’t help it.    i don’t mean to.    it just.. happens. " 

"i know. it just-- makes me not want to try any harder. i mean, what more do you want me to do?"

" i wouldn’t believe you     ——-until you proved it. “

"i can't do that if you keep comparing me."