"I asked you if you were in love with me and you didn't answer," Kiki says, accusation heavy in her voice.
She and Bliz are perfectly at eye level, so it's difficult for him to avoid her gaze. Still, he tries--and just like that night they shouldn't have spent together, he fails to convey what he needs to.
"It's like I said. It's against the rules." The sharp lack of a "sir" at the end of his sentence is louder than Bliz's inability to lie. Something in his chests twists, like dread and shame and awful puty all rising in a mad rush to make him scowl.
"That's not a no." Kiki closes her eyes, shaking her head firmly. "No, you know what? This was a mistake. This can't continue." Her hand cuts through the air like she's severing something physical.
Bliz's stomach twists so hard a hole opens in him. "You can't just decide to end it!" he hisses. "This is about both of us. We have to talk first. Isn't that how relationships work?"
The look Kiki gives him is firm in an annoyed way. "The fact that you even have to ask is proof that this never should have happened."
