"Maybe I didn't want to know how it would end" Zeke admitted. And he sighed softly, because he had issues with his own fucking issues, and he didn't know what to do with Zeph's too. He didn't know what to say. Because what was there to say?
"I sort of noticed..." he went with, because he didn't want to say nothing. He paused for a really long time, well it felt like a long time. He wasn't sure how long it was.
"You are emotionally stunted. This is my point. How was I supposed to have a serious conversation with you about something you clearly don't take seriously?" he asked. Then wishes he hadn't said it like that. "I just... I don't know if that's what I meant..." he huffed.
"And if it takes me punching you in the face because you slept with my fucking ex-girlfriend for us to have a remotely serious conversation, maybe that says something about whatever this is..." Zeke wasn't sure what he was trying to say. But he was sick of being the one to get ripped apart by this shit. He really was. And he didn't know what the fuck Zeph was getting at except that he read the lyrics and just... Zeke felt like he was going to throw up again.