Roy | Marco
You cuddle with me, and hold me, and kiss my hair and let me snuggle you and tell me constantly that you care and that I'm worth more than sex. I'm sorry, but those aren't things that friends do where I come from. That's why I kissed you. I thought somebody might actually like all of me for once.
And I wanted you to admit it. If you love her, act like it.
You're not fucked up because you don't want to fuck me. You're fucked up because you and Riza constantly say the opposite thing and anybody who wants to get close to either of you has to walk a tightrope of uncertainty in every fucking conversation because you two can't define yourselves and it's exhausting, Roy. You're fucked up because you can't talk to the person you love, and because you won't even try to stop hurting her. You're fucked up because you can't decide if you're saying no to me because of me or because of her. That's why you're fucked up, Roy.