He could hear the amusement in Luke's voice, Mao could see exactly how he probably looked: Smirking like a smug douche with his stupid buttchin and everything. God, it so wasn't fair! He should just hang up, that'd show him!
Mao frowned up at his ceiling. "Come on. We both know it doesn't matter what I want, because you're only going to do what you want, anyway. Like you have been doing." He didn't want to sound so sulky, but he really couldn't help it. "...Like you always do."
"Besides. You know what I want...or at least what I'd like. But I never know what it is you really want. Don't you think that's kinda unfair?"