Anger Management [Meloghia]

Chapter 4: A Handle on Things

The street was wet with a drizzle that had occurred while Ghiaccio had been inside. Melone didn't appear wet so it must have happened before he'd driven over. He was still driving faster than he should have been, in Ghiaccio's opinion. They halted at a light and Melone turned and lifted his visor.

"Looks like you're making friends." Melone smiled.

"Ah! Pannacotta's just playing peacemaker," He said with a wave.

"So he apologized?" Melone sounded surprised.

"Yeah."

"Huh. Looks like you could learn a thing or two from him," Melone giggled.

"Hm," was all Ghiaccio said. He didn't really want to get into it with Melone right now.

"Wow, those sessions must be working. You didn't even yell at me for that," Melone mused.

"Yeah...and what are you learning from your sessions?" Ghiaccio snapped.

"Mm, boundaries," Melone muttered.

"Shit, that is something you definitely don't have," Ghiaccio laughed. Melone tensed.

"I'm trying..." he said. The light changed to green and he closed his visor and sped off. Ghiaccio was going to have to address this with Melone, the sooner the better. He had been acting very weird around him for the last week. He felt cold riding on the bike, at least Melone had the foresight to wear a leather jacket. It was only getting colder now. Usually the cold didn't really bother Ghiaccio but White Album regulated his temperature for him to withstand the cold. However, that wasn't the case when his stand wasn't activated. He huddled closer to Melone for warmth. Thankfully, they had just pulled onto the street where the gang house was.

They pulled behind the building and Melone kicked the stand into place as he turned off the engine. Ghiaccio let go and got off first pulling his helmet off. Melone followed suit as he shook his head and cracked his neck. Melone then got off the motorcycle and Ghiaccio handed the helmet to him. Melone reached out to take it but when Ghiaccio didn't let go, he looked up at him.

"Melone, I think we need to talk. I noticed...well, that you haven't touched me at all in the last week. Normally, I wouldn't even bring it up, but you're getting...weird about it. Does this have to do with what I said?" Ghiaccio let go of the helmet and Melone let it hang at his side.

"Well, my therapist told me that I should be more careful with my boundaries. I know I have very little personal space and I forget that others don't feel the same way." He cradled his own helmet at his waist.

"Okay, but like...you're allowed to touch me," Ghiaccio said as he scratched the back of his neck.

"But you always yell at me for it."

"That's cause....well, look, it doesn't really bother me, okay? I've learned that's just how you are." Ghiaccio pushed up his glasses and Melone furrowed his brow.

"Okay....well, then can you tell me when I'm making you uncomfortable, Ghia?" Melone's eyes were hard and serious. It took Ghiaccio by surprise since he was always so flippant most of the time.

"You really can't tell?" Ghiaccio smirked trying to lighten the mood but Melone's eyes only got darker.

"No, apparently not. I thought everything was fine between us, but here we are." Melone turned to walk into the house but stopped. "By the way, wear socks in the morning."

Ghiaccio was left standing there baffled.

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"So how's Anger Management going?" Narancia sat at the table working on homework as Fugo walked in. He decided to sit down and chat for a bit.