---Kyle's pov---
Stan continued to stare at me as if I were stupid while we sat in silence.
"Really dude? You think I'd blame you for my break up? No," he said.
I sighed slightly, "Well that's-"
"But I do think you're part of the problem."
"Okay..." I say, "And you thought that it would make sense, that if I'm somehow ruining your relationships that it would be a good idea to come here at 3 in the morning?"
Stan looks at me then rolls his eyes, "...No."
I laugh and close my eyes again, "Well, then I'm going to sleep."
Stan sighs, "Are we going to talk in the morning then?"
"Are you going to sleep or leaving?" I ask, ignoring his question.
He doesn't say anything, but he turns off the lights.
"Good night, Stan."
"Night."
---In the morning---
I woke up to see nothing but brown.
I pulled away slightly to see it was Stan's jacket, which he didn't take off.
I shrugged and cuddled back into Stan's chest.
"Are you awake, dude?"
"Yeah, why?" I answer not moving away from him.
"... Do you think this is why Wendy broke up with me?"
"What?" I ask.
"I mean, things like this. Like us cuddling?"
I sigh, "I don't know, Stan. Did she say that was the reason she broke up with you?"
He doesn't answer for a minute, "Well... Uh I don't know."
"You don't know?" I ask, glancing up at him.
"Well, she did say it was because we were too close..."
