"You filthy cheater!" +707. He says it.
He’s letting it happen. He knows what’s going on.
First, he’s not stupid and second, he’s 707. He’s a hacker, he can easily keep track of any shit going down.
He doesn’t necessarily want to, but when everything else fails, what can you do?
They’ve met someone else for a few weeks now and Seven has said nothing about it.
He wants to avoid conflict, he doesn’t want to bring up a conversation that can only end in them separating, he doesn’t want to lose them.
But even if he wanted to confront them, he wouldn’t know what to say. There’s nothing to say about it.
Although he’s tired of the excuses, he lets it slip. And it’s killing him.
“Where you’ve been babe?” – “Oh, uh… going shopping.”
He doesn’t correct them. A speech bubble shouts “What, do you think I’m stupid?” in the back of his throat, but he swallows it down and buries it deep within him.
With every day passing and every day reading the texts they receive and even seeing some photos, he dies a little more, vanishing into thin air.
He’s never felt this worthless. It’s like he doesn’t matter anything to them anymore and he begins to wonder whether he’s ever been of any worth to them in the first place.
The reason he’s holding back is the last spark of hope. If they confess, if they tell him, if it’s them initiating the conversation, then that must mean he’s at least worth their honesty.
Apparently though, that’s not the case. Weeks pass and one night they come home, wearing a giant scarf in the middle of summer.
“Caught a cold?” – “Yeah.” – “Why’d you be outside this late at night then?”
They make up some excuse, going for a walk or some shit, he doesn’t listen. It’s the first time anger takes over. He doesn’t outburst though, it bubbles in the pit of his stomach and makes him feel like vomiting, but he keeps it inside.
“You don’t have to lie anymore.” He sighs. “I already know.”
Reflecting on these words makes him understand that he’s making it sound like he’s the one at fault here. As if he’s the one who needs to apologize for putting so much work on MC, so much burden that they have to lie to him. And for a second he believes that that’s the case.
He would be lying if he said he hadn’t blamed himself for it. Or asking himself “Why? Did I do something wrong?”
Trembling, he approaches them and removes their scarf, revealing a hickey on their collarbone.
They’re trying to explain to him what all of this is about. He can’t even remember whether they confessed to him, whether they tried to argue with him and deny it.
He just gently pushes them, guiding them to the door. “I think you have a place to go to.”
He doesn’t get angry, he’s too hurt and the pain takes away all his energy, he’s too tired to scream at them.
But they put up a fuss and say something along the lines of “listen to me, please.”
And that’s when he snaps. “Listen to you? I gave you the opportunity to talk to me for weeks. Weeks, MC. It’s too late to talk now. Your mouth spills nothing but lies, you filthy cheater! Get the fuck out of my house.”
He pushes them outside and locks the door shut and along with it he locks his heart shut.
He doesn’t talk to anyone about what happened and pretends to be his old usual self in the chatroom, but he’s not online as often anymore and doesn’t react to any calls most of the time.
He ignores MC completely and always switches topic whenever someone tries to ask him about it.