"I hate you, too," Isaiah shot back, voice low and shaky even as he curled his fingers into Jasper's hair, even as he pressed closer, like if he could just figure out a way to melt into Jasper then all of this would be fine. "God, I hate you, you stupid little gnome. You think I do this? Ever? You think my life needs one more complication?"
But that was the thing. It wasn't a choice. Not at all. As much as Isaiah tried to pretend it was, as much as he told himself that he could walk away anytime, that thinking about Jasper constantly, waking up reaching for him, that the overwhelming urge to call to go see to just be with was nothing at all, he couldn't shake it. It was like it was a part of him, like right next to his bones and his guts was a hard-wired drive to need Jasper.
"I wish I could never see you again," he muttered, face nudging into Jasper's neck. "God, why can't I just get over you?"
A quick shuddering laugh, more a hopeless breath of a sound than anything, and Isaiah mumbled, "My room is second on the left, up the stairs. God, just... Just go. Wait for me. I'll...I'll tell Megs something."