Masky sat in his room, holding a picture of him and Ben hugging. He rubbed across Ben's face with his thumb. Toby softly knocked and masky responded with a soft and almost inaudible 'come in'. Toby entered and noticed the new stream of tears roll down masky's face.
"You wanna talk?" Toby asked sitting next to masky.
"I just.." Masky started. He sniffled before continuing, "I can't believe he's gone."
"Well, he's not dead, masky." Toby shrugged. Toby slowly worked his hands around masky's hips.
"Besides, I thought you wanted him gone. For us." Toby whispered, placing small kisses on maskys neck. Masky quickly jerked his body away and glared back at toby.
"No, toby. I didn't want him gone. And now that he is, I don't want a us. And the reasons he's gone is all your fucking fault!" Masky argued, yelling at the end.
"I didn't tell you to sleep with me." Toby argued back, remaining calm.
"But you manipulated me!"
"No I didn't, I seduced you. Completely different word."
"You-- I-- get the fuck out my room!" Masky grabbed Toby's shirt and yanked him out the door, slamming it afterwards. Toby flinched at the loud bang and rested his hands in his pocket. Jane ran out of her room, to see where the noise came from, and froze when she saw toby.
"What happened?" She asked. Toby shook his head before walking off to his room. At this point he was having major regrets. And so was masky. For the next few days, masky blamed toby for Ben's departure. A few times he did blame himself. He regretted sleeping with Toby. He regretted kissing hoodie. He regretted everything he's ever done to hurt ben, and he'd to anything to have him back...
